It was a cool spring night, around 10:45. Mark sat in his bed for him it felt like It was 80 degrees but it was only 46. Salty liquid pored down his face not showing signs of stopping. His lungs ached from the heaving of his chest. His close were a mess and it looked like a hurricane went through his, usual clean and styled hair. In his hands lay two objects. One of them, a hat, gray and simple yet it held so much sentimental value. The next object is a four leafed clover, small rapped in tape to keep persevered. This single little clover held memories and had changed Mark's life. "If you knew what was gonna happen what it all led up to, would you go up to him?"
"I don't know.... Probably but I can't change the past, I can only live the present and wait for the future"
"But we're did it all go wrong"
"I don't know"
Well let's start from the beginning
P.s. This has shortish chapters so sorry bout that guys but anyway byeeeeee byeeeeee :3