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Stay With Me (Black Flies)

💕Mark and Ethan Share a Moment Together💕
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TW: mention of drinking. [1994 words]

(E) = Ethan's POV
(3rd) = Third POV
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(E)
We walked into his house and it felt like it was the morning again.
Bark Bark Bark
I jump to my surprise of a large dog running towards me barking. A fell to the floor and the dog continued to lick my face. Mark stood there laughing. After a while, the dog ran towards Mark.

"What's His Name?" I asked. He giggled.
"Her name is Chica."
"Oh"

(3rd)

Mark helped Ethan off the ground. He looked around for a moment. "Hey Um..." Ethan paused. "When I was here earlier, I knocked but you didn't answer-" Ethan stops to Mark cutting him off. "Yeah, I didn't hear you cause I was practicing." He giggled. "I saw your shadow on my car after Chica was looking at you through the window."
Chica sat and stared at Ethan, he softly petted her.

"What we're you practicing?"

Mark looked up nervously. "We'll-" He chuckled. "It's kinda stupid."

"What is it?"

"I been practicing guitar for a while."

Mark let out a fake laugh. Ethan smiled. "I don't think that's stupid. I think that's cool."
Mark blushed. "Thanks..."

There was a moment of silence. Ethan gave Mark puppy eyes again. "Can I hear you?" He asked.
Mark's eyes widened. "What?"
"Can I- hear you play?" He asked again.
Mark almost unnoticeably shrugged before slowly walking to his room. Ethan sat on Mark's couch, Chica came up and snuggled with him.
Mark returned with an acoustic guitar in his hand. He sat next to Ethan.

Mark looked at his guitar before looking at Ethan. He was nervous. This was the first time he has actually preformed to someone. He usually practiced alone. He strummed it once before the room went silence again.

He began stemming a tune. Ethan, still petting Chica, listened.

Black flies on the windowsill
That we are, that we are, that we are to know
Winter stole summer's thrill
And the river's cracked and cold
See, the sky is no man's land
A darkened plume to stay

Ethan's jaw was slowly dropping. He tried no to make a distraction to Mark.

Hope here needs a humble hand
Not a fox found in your place

Mark turned towards Ethan who was staring at him smiling. He smiled back before closing his eyes and continuing.

No man is an island
Of this I know
But can't you see, or
Or maybe you were the ocean
When I was just a stone

Ethan was impressed. He didn't dare to make a sound. He moved closer to Mark. He didn't noticed.

Black flies on the windowsill
That we are, that we are, that we are to hold
Comfort came against my will
Every story must grow old
Still, I'll be a traveller
A gypsy's reins to face
But the road is wearier
With that fool found in your place