A/N- Hi guys! It's Kait. Here's my last chapter for now. My friend will post the next three and then I'll be back. Hope you like it!

CHAPTER TWELVE

(Title- Everything's Gonna Be Alright)

I looked up into Marks icy blue eyes. A small smile formed on his face as he started to walk towards me, his hand reaching out to give me the yellow rose.

"Mark…how…why…" I gulped. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"I—I came for you. You stormed out of the church so fast. No one knew what happened to you, well, except me. I figured you'd want someone to talk to. And with April and you having, well, things in common, and the fact that she's buried here, I guessed you walked on over here." He put his head in his hands and sighed.

"I'm so stupid, you know that? I spent all this time worrying about the arrangements, flowers, burial sites—you know, all the things that go along with funerals— that it took time away from us. I'm so sorry, Mary. I should have known that Collins was like a father to you. And after you telling me about your own father and the pain you felt when you lost him, I should have realized that this would be so hard on you." He took me into his arms and gave me a big hug, kissing my cheek. I hugged him back, equally as hard, and cried onto his shoulder.

"Thank you, Mark. But it's not your fault." I paused to dab my eyes with the tissue in my pocket. "I should have held myself together—at least for the funeral—before I broke down like this. Can we please just forget that this even happened? I don't want anyone else to know about my father. Not just yet, at least." My voice was almost inaudible. Crying all this time wore me out.

He kissed my forehead. "Sure, sweetie. I'll do whatever you'd like," he said, rubbing my back. "I love you, Mary."

"I love you too, Mark."

I rested my head on his shoulder. "Do we have to go back to the church? Because I don't know if I can do that. I mean, I might freak out again and run away and—what are you staring at me for?"

Mark started to laugh at me. "You're rambling on and on about freaking out and I think it's cute." He flashed a smile my way. "And to answer your question—no, we don't have to go back to the church. We can go to the loft if you'd like. It's up to you," he told me.

"Loft, please," I answered.

He took my hand in his and we started walking out of the cemetery. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around, pulling Mark with me.

"Mary? Where are we going?" he asked, puzzled.

"Just wait." And with that, we walked back to April and Angel's graves. I placed the yellow rose back where I found it—in-between the two gravestones. "Thanks, guys," I whispered to them.

Mark smiled at me and we proceeded out of the cemetery, our joined hands swinging with each step we took.

We stopped at a flower shop on the corner of 9th street and Avenue C. Mark bought me a bouquet of yellow and red roses behind my back. I had busied myself with looking at a People magazine at the newsstand next door. When I put the magazine back on the shelf and turned around, I found Mark standing before me with the bouquet held out for me.

"Mark! They're beautiful!" I paused to smell them, their aroma as sweet as the rose I found in the cemetery. "What's the occasion?"

Mark pulled out a long, thin box coated with red velvet. He opened it and revealed a beautiful silver bracelet with a heart charm. The charm was inscribed with I love you, Mary on the back. "Happy anniversary, Mary," he said, right before he kissed me.

My eyes welled up with tears and pretty soon they were streaming down my face. "Thank you, Mark! It's beautiful!" I paused to kiss him. "I love you so much!" I said, with my arms around his neck.

He helped me put the bracelet on, sneaking kisses in as he did so. We then walked back to the loft, my arm linked with his. Everything was going to be okay.

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