I saw the head lights coming right at me. It was too close for me to react. I tried to swerve out of the way but time suddenly slowed and I found that I was too late. My life flashed before my eyes and I began to relive the last several months of my life.

It was July and I was floating through the thick crowd of Comic Con. I wanted to cosplay but I couldn't get the materials for it in time. So I wore a dark purple shirt with the classic 'Alice in Wonderland' Cheshire Cat and straight blue jeans. There were so many people I wanted to meet, places to see, costumes to fangirl over; I was just so excited to do it all.

It was so nice to be surrounded by so many loving fandoms. By midday, I had arms full of bags worth of autographs and souvenirs. It wasn't much for some Comic Con regulars but it was the best for my first time. I had just finished at the Marvel booth when I saw a swarm of people - not that it was anything out of the usual. At the front of them all was the Fischbach brothers. It was nice to see my favorite artist and youtuber pleasantly overwhelmed by smiling faces; they seemed to be happy.

After some waiting, I got a signed picture of a Two Kinds poster from Tom and was now standing in front of Markiplier. There was a large grin on his face and my heart beat nearly broke a rib. I didn't want to act like a little fangirl when he looked at me. But if I was honest with myself, any woman would have trouble keeping herself from having a crush on him. I tried to shut off the thought of it since I was sure he wasn't looking for a certain lady friend in one of his fangirls. Nineteen was probably pretty young for him too. Gosh, I was such a lost cause. Finally, I walked up to him.

"Hi, eh, can I get your autograph?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course! Who too?" Mark answered, getting his pen ready.

"Brielle," I replied, having changed my name to that rather recently.

He nodded and I watched him write on the paper and then a moment later, I saw what he wrote. "To Brielle - Stay strong." I knew that he had written that same message to over a thousand people by now but for some reason... it shook my feelings and cut open a soft spot in my heart.

I didn't give myself the chance to cry but I couldn't stop the tears from trying to form so I hugged him hard and hid my face in his chest. I think he was surprised for a moment but then I felt him hug back.

"Hey, are you okay?" Mark asked, his voice laced with worry.

I remembered that there was still a large line waiting behind me. "I am sorry," I breathed, taking a quick step back.

"No, no, it's alright. Thanks for coming by!" he rushed as I already started to leave. That went nothing like how I imagined it going.

I arrived home that night and was laying in bed. Above me, I could hear the faint screams of a terrified Markiplier. Yeah, Mark lived in the apartment room above me. I always watched his videos through headphones because I was afraid he'd somehow hear it and realize he had a fangirl under his feet. Not Phantom of the Opera like at all.

I tossed myself onto my soft squishy bed, trying not to look at the ceiling. Mark was just a normal cool guy who made fun videos. Why did everyone have to be head over heels for him? Including little nobody me.

"To Brielle - Stay strong. - Mark Fischback"