Daisy's P.O.V

I woke up again my hand resting on Marks chest my head on his shoulder. After that well sudden outburst we had a small dinner and just spent the rest of the night with each other. I knew I couldn't wait any longer to tell Mark how I felt. After last night I knew he loved me so maybe if I tell him first he will be able to say it back.

I laid there for a few more minutes taking him all in. The way he breathes in softly through his nose. The way his blonde hair is always a mess in the morning. The way he has almost zero chest hair, which I found freaking adorable. The way when he has his glasses off there are two small marks left from his glasses. Everything about him just made me love him even more. I kissed him on the check and slowly got out from the cover and slipped on that giant oversize shirt I stole from Mark. I walked out and started to make a small breakfast for me and Mark. It was a bowl of Captain Crunch not much but I don't mind. I'm with Mark and that is all that matters.

I walked over to the answering machine and saw there was a message. I figured I may as well save Mark some of the time. I clicked play and what I heard shook me from the inside out.

"Mark Cohen, Alexi Darling from Buzzline. Just wanted to let you know we got the contract. Remember next week on Halloween we have a meeting to determine your position here at Buzzline. Don't worry you'll still get plenty of ker-ching ker-ching. Call me back."

I fell onto the couch in shock. He took the job. He took the job at Buzzline. Why the hell would he take the job and not even talk about it with me. I placed my hands through my hair trying to make sense of what I heard. When I saw Mark walk out of our room with that goofy adorable smile on his face. That son of a bitch why does he have to have an adorable smile.

"Daisy is everything okay, you like you've been hit by a truck?" He asked.

"You could say that." I went to the phone and replayed the message for Mark. Once it was finished he stood there in shock.

"I was going to tell you yesterday but…"

"But what you wanted to have your way with me one more time before you broke this news on me!" I shouted at him.

"What?! No it's just I didn't want to ruin the moment last night everything was just so perfect." He reached out to touch my hand but I jerked it away

"You lied to me. You said you would never take that job. And know you took it without even talking about it with me."

"Who says I have to talk to you about what I do with my life!" He emphasized on "my life"

"Oh I see so it's your life. So I guess I don't matter in your life!" I shouted back at him.

"Of course you do. Why do you think I'm taking this job? So I can get money for us, so I can help you!"

"Mark you idiot!" I was so made to the point that my face was boiling and my fists were clenched. "We don't need the money, we don't need any of that stuff."

"What about your anti-depressants?" He mentioned. The room was silent. Why on earth would he bring that up.? I haven't cut in months. I was actually feeling amazing until now.

"Mark you don't get do you. I don't need those fucking anti-depressants. You know why?" My voice was getting louder and louder. "Because you are my anti-depressant you little shit! I LOVE YOU MARK!"

Mark stood at me in silence. He looked at me like I had bugs crawling out of my ears. "Your being silly Daisy." Those words stung. "I can't be your anti-depressant. I'm not enough."

"Ugh! Why are you so obsessed with my fucking anti-depressants?"

"Because I don't want to lose you!"

"Are you insane? You are never going to lose me." I walked up and held onto Mark's hand. "Don't you know that?" He looked away from me staring at the floor.

"No I don't that. What if you one day break. What if the all strings inside you break one day and you…" He couldn't finish his sentence but I knew what he was going to say.

"And I die." He nodded his head and broke away from me. "Mark I can't promise anything won't happen to me. I can't control my depression but you have to be willing to accept that about me. You have to be willing to deal with that. You have to be willing to deal with me the possibility of me losing it and…" I can't even say the word. "Mark I'm going to need you to deal with the hard times I might have to go through.

"I don't want to lose you, I can't stand the thought of losing you."

"Is that why you're so distant from me. Is that why you're detached from me and unable to say I love you."

"I'm going to be the one to survive in the end Daisy. There will be a day when all of the people I love most will be gone and I'll be all alone."

"You don't even believe I'll survive Mark! You have already written me off as dead."

"Daisy it's just that…"

"No just stop it. I can't take this anymore." I grabbed my bag and my coat. "Before I leave can you even say I love you to me? Or are you afraid that by saying it to me you will lose me. Are you that afraid to open your heart up to me?" Mark just stood there staring at me. I could see the tears starting to swell up in his baby blue eyes and I could feel the tears coming from me too. I loved him but if he doesn't open up then I can't handle it anymore. "Fine I get it then. Enjoy your work at Buzzline I'm sure the two of you will be very happy.

I opened the door. "Daisy please…" Mark stopped midsentence as I saw who was standing at the door. It was Collins. He was holding Angel's drumsticks and it looked like he had just cried.

"Collins." I said. Mark ran up behind me and he reached for my hand out of instinct but I had to stop him.

"Is everything okay?" Mark asked.

"No." Collins voice was shaken. "It's over" was all he could say to us but Mark and I knew what it meant. At that moment I couldn't be angry at Mark. I couldn't believe it Angel is…dead. She had so much life in her all the time. Mark went up to Collins and gave him a huge hug. I stood there looking at the floor and in a sudden rush I went to hug Collins too. We stood there in the hallway in one giant group hug. Collins crying, Mark crying and I was crying too. None of us could not believe it, Angel was gone she's dead. For that moment what Mark did drifted away. None of that mattered at that moment because when someone you love dies you seem to forget everything that has happened so you can grief. And I knew I was grieving over Angel's death.