I'm sorry...but more for being not sorry. Love you guys.

It's been several weeks since the You-Tube world—actually the whole world, from the feel of it, saw our kiss. Mark easily and without question extended his vacation till the end of the year. I have never been happier in my whole life. Not even when I opened the restaurant.

Every day was like a dream, go to work, go home sit with Mark, maybe watch a movie or play some games, or go out to dinner. Not to mention the craziest, most amazingly kinky naughty sex of my life. Mark wasn't above spoiling me either. For Halloween he bought us elaborate renaissance costumes, which I am so excited to wear. But first, Thanksgiving was held at the restaurant for all the staff and their friends and family. Mark funded, and I am cooking-apparently.

There is one thing about being with Mark…one doesn't get a moment of loneliness.

But to be honest with you I hardly noticed, until we didn't go out one Sunday because events from the night before made my legs not work so well. We sat on the couch, played games all day and Mark ordered pizza and wings. It was the least I've done since the man arrived in my life.

With the holidays rolling around, Mark was helping at the diner and it was the night before Halloween, after closing early and making sure everyone left, Mark and I pulled out a bunch of decorations and set to making the shop a wonderfully horrid nightmare diner. The liquor tuck showed up for a special delivery at midnight. Once the delivery guys left, Mark pinned me to the beer crates and banged me so hard I had to sit for half an hour before we could keep going. By four in the morning, the diner was looking fantastic, I was exhausted and Mark was driving us back to my place.

I woke up in my bed, warm and cozy, spilled over a passed out Mark. I detangled and snuck into the bathroom, being the hour hair assembly for my costume. The smile on my face was so big, I had to talk myself into not smiling for a moment to let my checks rest.

After I talked myself into perfection, I tread into the kitchen to make scrambled eggs, toast and bacon. A sleepy Mark parked himself at my bar as I plate up the last set of toast.

"You should be arrested for wearing something that naughty with that hair," he smacks my ass as I sit down on the stool next to him.

"If you say so sire, I meant no offence," I say in a medieval accent.

After makeup and helping each other into the heavy costumes we head over to the diner. We looked fantastic, the staff looked fantastic, the diner looked fantastic. Everything was so awesome all day. We made a video during lunch for Mark's channel, it was so goofy and fun. My managers sent us away at seven to go have a good night.

It was well past one in the morning as Mark and I giggled our way drunk down the sidewalk to my house. We were currently singing, maybe too loudly bad pirate songs. We kissed at the crosswalk, waiting for the beeping to say we could go.

About halfway across the street I catch the sound of squealing tires as I look up, everything is washed away in the headlights a bone crunching snap and darkness.

Thoughts swarmed my head sometime after.

Light peaked in, a beeping, frantic chatter.

Everything hurt suddenly, every inch my body screamed, I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I couldn't really see either. A hand over mine was agonizing. I slam my eyes shut. I just wanted it to stop, all of it. Just STOP!

Beep…beep…be-ep…..

A hand over mine was agonizing. I slam my eyes shut. I just wanted it to stop, all of it. Just STOP!

be…ep….be….eeeeeeeee….

'I have bad news my fans, my loves, my lives, you guys are so amazing,' Mark could barely hold his phone up. He looked like shit, face covered in road junk, blood and tears. 'I have some pretty bad internal bleeding; the doctors say it's not long. Charlie Chan…passed already,' Mark sniffles and winces, 'we were crossing the street when a drunk driver hit us.' He took a deep, struggled breath, coughed hard, blood appearing in his hand. He musters up a smile. 'I love you guys. And…..I'm sorry but there won't be a next video.' Mark hit 'upload', laid back and closed his eyes.

That was the ending guys, didnt really know where to go with this one, so i ended it. Trust me it made me cry too. Please Review and tell me what you think