The Only Exception // (GOT7 Markson)

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Moments later she popped back out, except she was alone.

"He isn't here." She said with a stone cold expression.

I was immediately annoyed, "You're kidding me, right?"

"Look, I don't know what to tell you. He's not here right now. And if he was I wouldn't let him talk to you either." She moved her face closer to me and snarled. "So you either order your damn caramel macchiato or you get the hell out of here, Jackson."

I shot my eyes away from her, knowing that there wasn't much I could do in this situation. I didn't want to cause a scene; after all, I was here for peace and reconciliation, not for anger and hostility.

"Look, would you please let Mark know that when he's off, I'll be waiting in the park across the street. It's really important. It's an emergency." I pleaded, staring directly into her eyes.

She didn't flinch; instead, she just nodded once and turned away, and something told me that she would let him know.

For now, all I had to do was wait, and hope that somewhere deep down, Mark was able to feel the gravity of how sorry I was, as if it was radiating from the park across the street and all the way into the café, and then hopefully, just hopefully he would meet me.

*

I sat alone on a bench and watched two pigeons fight over a scrap of bread, I wondered if it was the only food they had eaten all day. I examined the larger one's feathers, they were gray and tattered, but the sunlight made them glow like a rainbow with mixes of pink, blue, red, and green.

I wondered why they were seen as the 'rats of the sky' or like pests

, because they were actually quite beautiful if you gave them the sort of attention they deserved.

For the first time in my life I wanted to be a pigeon, at least then I could fly away from all of my problems.

I reached down and found a spare French fry that someone had dropped on the bench. I leaned in closer to the bird and tossed the fry towards him. He hesitated for a minute and then twisted his head a few times before bobbing towards me and plucking the fry off the sidewalk. I smiled and sat down, watching happily as he ate.

"What are you doing?" A soft voice asked behind me, startling me.

I turned around and looked up, realizing that it was Mark. My fingers went cold and I stood up as quick as I could.

"N-nothing. The birds, they were umm, hungry. I gave them..." I could hardly form words. "Fry." I finally spit out, pointing at the pigeon that was eating next to us.

"Uh huh." Mark breathed out. He slung his backpack down on the bench and then sat on the other side of it.

I couldn't believe he came, and that he didn't instantly punch me in the face upon seeing me. But then again, that's not Mark's style.

I sat down on the other side of the bag and turned so that I was facing him. Mark stared straight ahead. His red hair burned like fire and his pink lips were pouting ever so slightly. Three or so days away from him and I almost couldn't remember just how gorgeous he was in person.

"What brings you here?" Mark was fidgeting around with his fingers, swaying his legs anxiously.

I was struggling to find the right words. There was never a right time for me to say sorry to him, no matter how hard I tried. It just never felt right. I wanted him to know that I cried my eyes out when he left. That I couldn't breathe when I thought that I'd never see him again, that I was a shell of myself when I felt as though I'd ruined everything between us. I wanted him to know that I loved him.