˚₊‧꒰💔꒱ ‧₊˚—Being aromantic had always been extremely tough on you. Always trying to force yourself into relationships, and getting frustrated when the perfect person did nothing for you. It was a cycle you constantly put yourself in, trying to shake the denial and force yourself to be different, but of course it never worked. You forced yourself to try be the lover type so often you subconsciously developed hatred for everyone else. Specifically your partners. You hated that they could love you so effortlessly, and you hated that you couldn't love them back. And Mark was no exception to that. You had gone on a date, and this boy was absolutely perfect. He was sweet, respectful, funny, and extremely into you. So the fact you couldn't like him anymore than physically attraction drove you insane. After the first date, you accidentally hooked up, and totally ghosted him. You hoped he'd get sick of chasing you and give up, and you wouldn't have to explain it to him... But Mark being the boy he was, he didn't want to give up on someone he enjoyed spending time with.

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The man of your supposed dreams showed up at your window. He climbed the tree outside, throwing little pebbles for your attention. How romantic. How sickening. You opened the window, your teeth gritting just at the sight of him. You took a few steps back, crossing your arms as you looked at him, and he met your hardened gaze with sweet puppy dog eyes, which only fueled your frustration more. "..Um, I know it's a little weird of me to show up here but.. I wanted to see you, and talk about... What happened.." He said softly. He was so polite, and he wasn't even angry about being ghosted. It was driving you insane.