AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by .wings
"Mark please," you pleaded. You had been dating for about a year and a half now. You had met when you had a small part on the show.
"Y/N," he said, "I know this hurts and I'm sorry, but we're just not gonna work out,".
Why won't we work out?" you asked trying to keep your voice from shaking as you held back tears, "Mark I love you, please don't do this,".
"Y/N," he said as he gently cupped your cheek in his hand, "you deserve someone more your age who can give you what you want. Someone who can truly make you happy,".
"I don't want someone my own age Mark, I want you," you told him, "You make me happy,".
"You'll see this is the right call someday," he kissed your forehead, "just please know Y/N, I do love you,".
"Mark Pellegrino, if you love me you won't walk out that door," you said as tears started to fall from your eyes. Mark had to leave then or he wouldn't have been able to go through with it.
"I'm sorry," he said and walked out. You broke down. You slid to the floor and hugged your legs to yourself as you cried. You've felt heartbreak before, but this was the worst you'd ever felt. Mark stood outside the door for a moment. The sounds of you crying and the heartbroken look on your face bringing tears to his own blue eyes. He wanted nothing more than go back in there, tell you he was sorry, and hold you, but he knew in his heart this was the right thing to do.
He wanted you to be happy and he felt he couldn't do that for you. You deserved to meet someone, have a family, and grow old with someone. He had somehow convinced himself that the age gap between you was unfair to you. He had raised his family already and he hated the thought of dying first and leaving you to mourn him forever. He forced himself away from your door. Every step he took further away from you he felt his own heart shatter more.
ONE YEAR LATER...
You had been called to the show to reclaim the role of an angel you played. You were beyond excited until you got the script. Your character was to become an ally of Lucifer's. You felt tears prickle at the rims of your eyes. You were going to have to see him again. You would have to see Mark for the first time since that awful day a year ago. He had left and told you to move on, but you didn't. How could you? Mark was your true love. You didn't care about the age gap between you two. You didn't care about having a family. You wanted him. Your heart and your happiness would forever belong to Mark Pellegrino, but you would never force him to be with you. You just hoped you could handle being around him.
A few days later everyone was on set. Mark watched you from afar. You were still just as beautiful as he remembered. His heart ached. Being so close to you and not being able to hug you, hold you, kiss you. Not even able to tell you he still loved you. Part of him knew now what I fool he was that day, but it was too late now. You looked happy and he wanted it to stay that way. Your happiness is the only thing that ever mattered to him. Even if he couldn't be part of it anymore. "I love you so much Y/N," he thought to himself as he hurried off before you spotted him. Little did he know you had seen him, and everything he felt you still felt too, but neither of you confessed. You both were willing to remain miserable thinking it would keep the other one happy.