((Jack's POV))
I loved him.
He was cute.
He was kind.
He was a smartass.
But, he was my everything.
His name was Mark.
Mark was a young man. Bright red hair. And dazzling deep brown eyes. Every time I looked at him, my insides melted.
His smile was big. Bright, and happy. He cared about everyone.
Except for me.
I loved him.
But he didn't love me.
Why? You may ask.
How did it happen?
Why?
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Tears of the Irish ((rewrite))
FanfictionMark wasn't who he said he was. neither was Jack?
