"Can we talk?"
I dropped my spoon on the table and it fell to the floor, is he taking me back? Is he upset because of what happened?
"I-I'm sorry-"
"Hey, calm down, I just want to talk about what happened earlier today." He said, his eyebrows shooting up due to my anxiousness.
"...oh."
The tension in the room disappeared.
"That happens sometimes, I would panic for an hour at a time sometimes. That's the shortest amount of time I've calmed down that quickly."
There was silence for a moment, Mark was looking down at his plate.
"How long have you been having them?"
"Two or three years-"
"I'm going to ask you something, but don't freak out..."
I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. What does he mean?
"Would you be willing to go to therapy?"

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Scars// Adopted by Markiplier
FanfictionShe distanced herself, to save herself. Warning: I was extremely depressed when I wrote this so be cautious while reading. You can always dm me if you have any questions. Also under major editing.