You met mark at college, he fell in love with you instantly, you were incredibly beautiful, but more enrapturing than that, you had a voice… you were so intelligent, forthright and outspoken but in a way that was sexy and admirable rather than irritating or too self-righteous.

You dated for atleast a year, until you began drifting when you were offered a place at a university in London whilst he would have to stay in Edinburgh, it broke his heart and he self medicated with heroin. You would’ve stayed or atleast worked hard to make it work… but mark fell into the drugs… and turned into a pretty shitty boyfriend for the last few months of your relationship before you just left to enrol.

He was heartbroken but didn’t blame you, he’d chosen the heroin over you… you had every right to follow your dreams and seize every opportunity. He was a prick for not being there to support you… and he regretted it every day following.

You excelled at university, met new friends… boyfriends… you still thought of mark but he wasn’t weighing you down, you were doing well. Mark on the other hand was a full throttle junkie, well until he overdosed and his parents locked him in his room to sober him up, once he was sober he went to London a ‘fresh start’ ‘clean slate’ he told sickboy

“Why on earth would ya wannae go to London Rents?! It’s full of English wankers!” sickboy would protest, mark rolled his eyes… somewhere in his stupid childish brain he just hoped to bump into you… but he didn’t… you’d already moved again to persue your dream job in Paris

whilst your success flourished mark executed the ultimate betrayal of his closest friends, stealing sixteen grand and fleeing across Europe where he’d travel for years and years… until he settled in Paris for a while… that’s when he saw you… well your name first rather… on a billboard… your fashion exhibition at this big ancient gallery…

all of a sudden mark felt like it was twenty years ago again… heart thudding and butterflies fluttering in his tummy… he had to see you… to say what? He wasn’t sure… would you care for him anymore? Were you mad? He was scared and excited all at once…