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It was a rainy night in some lonely town in Ontario, Canada and the two, Mark Carney and Pierre Piolievre met up with each other when Pierre passed out mid-speech. Even though Mark was originally Pierre’s nemesis, he felt the need to go check up on them.
Pierre felt his body aching from the pills, tossing another one in as if it’ll make him feel better. His mind was spinning so bad. Mark sat across from him, peering into his forehead wrinkles.
“Mark, I gotta tell you something.” Pierre grasped for Mark’s bony hands and caressed his frigid hands.
“Pierre, I can’t be here any longer and you know that.” Mark muttered, “It’s only a matter of time before people will start talking about what we’re discussing about,” Mark got up from his seat in the hospital room.
Pierre gripped onto Mark’s wrist and smacked his dry lips. “Mark, I…I don’t wanna be your enemy or your friend.”
If you could ask Mark how confused he was on a scale to 1-10, he’d pick 13. If someone doesn’t want to be enemies or friends, what else could they be?
“I love you, Mark.” Pierre looked worried when he met Mark’s saggy eyes.
“Pierre, this is insane! We’re politicians! I-I have a wife and kids…This isn’t gonna work out!” He flayed his hands around expressing more emotion into his words.
“T-then, we’ll make it work!” His words couldn’t reach Mark before he slammed the door, and hurriedly walked away from the hospital room.
Mark loved Pierre back as much as he did, it pained his heart to slam the door at him but they had jobs and a profile to keep.
What the actual fuck did I just write