A/N: Listen to this song after my signal.

It was a cozy winter night. A misty pair of eyes with big dreams yet curious to know about Mark's story opened the book-- It felt Just Right.

A surveillance camera zooming in and out of the store in BrushWind. Caught those dark hazel browns.

Hello Reader, This is Mi 360°- Surveillance camera reporting from Holy Candle shop. Your misty dark hazels are mysterious.

The door of my pleasant abode is open to reveal ... nothing but my Mark-Moody-Man of the town. He was a charming and adorable kid then, now he turned out to be an insulated man.

His father worked out of the town and never happened to stay with him. So, it's just Mark and his mother.

Mark's Mother Mrs. Sullivan is one of the successful Businesswomen in Brushwind Square. Her little yet ample 'Homemade' Candle business includes export throughout Alaska. She set an example for all the single moms in the town.

Now, usually, my Moody will be at the front desk to pass his umpteenth sleepless nights. Homemade candles are so holy with plenty of scents. I can't smell but see the happiness in the eyes of those customers when they inhale the pure scented candle.

What's up with him now? He is very exhausted today. "What happened to you Moody?" If I have a mouth I can speak to him, you can hear my heavy sigh--really heavy. I always see these wounded and hopeless eyes in one corner. And scared yet little hopeful eyes at the other corner-but she won't come at night to grieve at her son's death wish.

Mark will just listen to audiobooks and painful songs until dawn. Even he slept sometimes, with broken soul songs in the background. The painful moments are those only when I saw his dark and depressing times, that too with this ALEXA- stop your songs, girl.

Like always started listening to his audiobook. "Stop, What the heck?", Mark stopped the audiobook. His voice is so raspy.

'Something wrong for sure' I have a varifocal lens cam--focusing on him.

The audiobook changed into 'Like I do' --song.

***Hear now & along with reading.

I see you pulling up to meet me in your car
I know you didn't have to drive you don't live far
I know we're friends but baby somethings on my mind
And I apologize for taking all this time
But I've, got, to tell you

I cannot pretend I don't love you like I do
I cannot pretend I don't love you like I do
Why should I pretend the feeling isn't true
I cannot pretend I don't love you like I do.
I feel like I got to

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Loving me is what you need, girl it's so simple
It's a fact, it's simple
'Cause loving me is what you need I can feel it when you go
Loving me is what you need don't you get it, don't you know babe
So loving me is what you need, baby it's so simple
Trying to tell you baby but you just don't seem to see it so I

No I cannot pretend I don't love you like I do
No I cannot pretend I don't love you like I do
No, so why should I pretend the feeling isn't true
No I cannot pretend I don't love you like I do
I feel like I got to

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A relatable song to his situation.
He listens to this song every day, and I memorized it.
Does he miss someone special?. Who does he miss? What? Wait. When do you have someone?

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The door opened unawares much to his senses because he is in the pool of his thoughts about HIS...?
But I can damn sure that he misses his childhood.

Childhood is always bliss. Unfortunately, We aren't able to find a permanent way to go back to it.

A man entered...Ahh, my Moody is not mentally present here, "What you want...", 'Is he came from Marathon?' I can hear his rapid breathing. BhrushWind- When? You hosted a Marathon in Winter? Why did no one tell me?. "'Cause, just a camera, right?"

I can see Mark's movement, "That's your Mi 360°- all your actions, don't go unnoticed by me. Mark scrunching his nose makes me wonder how that man's drenching shirt will smell. "Yuck."

Can you hear his breath too? yes, it's hitting my ears. 'Poor mi 360°'. And Mark, he can hear and smell more than normal people's range would do.

"Is anybody there?. Why are you breathing loud?" Mark voiced my thoughts.

Unhang signboard at night. It needs rest like us- Jane said once. "Did you see the board, can you hear me Marathon man?", I spoke like he'll hear my words-I can see he is in a squatting position.

"Hello...answer me!" He can't hear me anyway. But Mark let that Marathon man grab his breath.
No knife can cut the thickness of the fog formed out of his several breaths.

Several minutes passed, Mark slowly moved and made his way in the direction of the sound. "Mark, be careful, I can't help you." No one can hear Mi 360° 's pleads.

"Excuse me, Sir, Are you sick? and this is not a hospital, go to St. Lewis- three lanes from here". Mark's perspective made that man laugh- is he smirked? "He can't answer but he can laugh at our Mark...can I hit him, Mark?." Mark holds his white cane's handle tightly. "Sorry, kid...I want a lavender scent candle." Came for a candle at night, ohh, power cut? err... don't you use generators? even our readers will ask this man.

"What..." Mark stopped a bit then continued "Okay, Sir but why are you speaking like this...Are you okay?" "No, No." damn he giggles again... "Today is my special day, I ran from my place to buy that's why."

I can see your sweat-drenched shirt and hear your abnormal breath- all for a candle.

Mark walked back to his reception desk without turning, "That's so...". "Yeah, ridiculous", Mi finished Mark's statement. "Here we go." he showed that man our brochure.

It consists of our candles' vending machine details. Jane cushioned the tray, where a candle will land with a tump-my moody's idea to make his mom workfree. And our precious candle won't break either. That man walked not so excitedly to the machines then stood before the candle's machine. Wait, that's not lavender's machine.

"Like seriously, you ran here in the middle of the night for a candle-for a candle?". My memory is destroying I couldn't handle my anger. "Can I hit him, please?." He is running again. "Who is that on the road, maybe his companion but..."

"Why in the world--he did run from the home for a candle. That too at midnight?". Mark shouted after the sound door click.

"You are late, moody. I asked that a long back."

Oh no. I didn't have a chance to say what Mark was doing at that time when I was busy with One candle man. Mark's phone is ringing. Alexa is reading the Caller ID- ' Mate '.

Jack called his moody. Don't know how he's dealing with him.

"Connect the call." Within a beep sound. "Mark, I need your help..."

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"A fire at our Vineyard's Underground vault?" Mrs. Greathouse hears her husband's grave voice at the Mansion.
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"I'll pick you up in 10 mins", Jack's call ended with a beep.

"Greathouse...Tessa, I knew her. Their Vineyard?"

Ahh, I can see Mark's sweating and devastated face... Why does everyone sweat in the winter?

His mate arrived within 8 minutes.
Finally 'Holy Candle' closed. For a day of Christmas holiday, right?...only for a day...but will open for year-end exports on 27th. My lady, Jane, is quite a busy woman.

So, my little cameo ended here. Hope to meet me again, my readers.

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"I don't know, who in the right state of mind will have an Underground Vault, that too a wine cellar...". Venting is good for frustration.

"Every person will do", Mark answered as if he was clearing doubts.

This man lost his brain long ago.

"Mark, you know what?.. It is ridiculous."

"Thank god, No one died. I think the fire started because of an electric circuit, right?", curious Mark. He likes to be engaging and think of various possibilities and causes for any case.

"Yes, but it's strange-you'll say this when you encounter the big picture of that scenario but don't ask me now."

Mark knows why his mate -myself is venting. It's because one of my guardian angels is the supervisor at that vault.

"Mate? Are you dreaming?". "No", Mark replied softly caressing the hand on the steering wheel. He knew how to and who to comfort. But I do know that One, who often comforts others is the one, who needs comfort most.

Anyhow, Mark wasn't happy about how he reached my hand- he, he touched my face first.

Mark's face turned cherry as color amid embarrassment. "I couldn't control mate..." Guffaw escaped despite my control.

"Shut it", his voice is sore. "What happened mate?", feeling sorry for your future in-laws.
"That's the last thing that will happen if the world collides."
"Err, Mark, which one?-- you feeling some emotion or you having future in-laws?
Both of these are impossible."

"Sometimes, I hate you, Jack." "I do know that mate!"

"I met Tess, no she met me". 'That's what right?' Mark questioned himself.

"Why are you being silent, today?" We are at the entrance of Greathouse...

"AHH, That's why Vineyard burnt. Isn't it?.. Ooch-why?" Mark beat the hand which he caressed a few minutes ago then climbed out of the car.

"Hey, wait. Mark...I see" 'So eager to help your future in-laws"

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