"We both know that's not true."
Mark rolled his eyes and turned his back against me and started to walk away. He kicked down a garbage-bin on his way .
Empty chips bags and packages was now spread all over the street.
"You're always so sceptical! How are we supposed to have a relationship without trust? Huh?"
Wait. What did he just say?
Trust?
"Are you kidding me?! Trust. I don't even trust you about saying the right things. The reason we can't deal with this relationship is because of you. Because of you always putting me in this situation, Mark. What's wrong with you?" I shouted out the last words, waiting for his reply while I was breathing heavily.

It wasn't until now that I realized that the music had stopped. I turned around only to face the people from the party.
They'd found something that seemed to be a lot more fun and entertaining than just dancing and drinking.

The fight between Sarah Fuller and Mark Barkley.
The most populair kids at school. t
The promking and the promqueen.
The most "perfect couple".

Mark followed my gaze and discovered all of the curious eyes watching us.
"Are you guys having fun?!" He shouted towards them as he raised his arm in a quizzical gesture. I guess it's a benefit for him being the most populair guy at the school, since no one dares to oppose him. Even I got a little bit scared by watching him as he flexed his huge muscles.
Everyone gets his point, and they turned around and walked back to the party with panic in their gazes.

He turned around to face me again.
"Okay, so you're breaking up with me?" He asked me quietly.
I forced myself to look him in the eyes. He's not angry anymore.
He just turned into the Mark i fell in love with from the beginning.
The cute, sensitive, caring Mark that I know he could be sometimes.

The truth is that I've been so extremly in love with him. He was the guy I though that I would've been together with forever. It had always been the two of us.
But the truth is that we're not children anymore.
The school's over, and we both had just turned eighteen. We're young adults now.

Mark had changed so much during the last year, to be honest. But I guess I've change aswell, I guess it's logical, right?
"I don't know." I answered him shortly.
The alcohol was taking over Mark while we was shouting: "It's over. Over! Do you hear me?!"
"I hear you."
My short answers became to much for Mark to handle. He roared and kicked the garbage-bin once more.
"See you" he spit out as he turned back to the party.

My tears were now flowing down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away with the edge of my shirt, but I futile. They never attended to stop.
My mom and dad were away, so I was home all alone.
Normally, I would've called Mark since I hate beeing in this big old house all by myself. But being alone felt good right now.

I turned on my stereo as I then turned the volume up to maximum. I pull out my photoalbum that'd collected a lot of dust.
The album contained loads of memories. All of the barbecues, all of the sleepovers with the girls, all of the... the moments with Mark. My favorite picture was on me and Mark, during prom. We'd just been crowned as king and queen. We were so happy. Marks lips were gently pressed against my neck as I was holding his arms, him holding my waist.
You could tell that I was so happy. I miss the old "us".
Before he turned into a completely different person.

I miss him so much it hurts, even if I shouldn't.

My thoughts was interrupted by my phone buzzing. I fished it out from my pocket and opened up the new message I've received.
"I don't want it to end. I love you. M."
I stare at the message without even doubting about what to answer. I push 'Reply' as i typed in my answer. 'Send'
"I love you aswell. S."
I wanted him back, right?