When The Games End (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter 33: How Do I Go On?

Your POV

You sit in the plain, white room, staring blankly at the wall. This is all a dream. This isn't real. This isn't real, you think to yourself. Sadly, its all real. Dark's body has long been taken away, yet you stayed in the room, looking at the spot where his bed once laid.

You look up at the wall again, noticing a white board. It still had all his information written on it. Patient name, date, nurse name. Just as you read it, the nurse came in. She hesitated a moment before walking over to you, but then came and sat in the chair next to you. "(F/n)?," she said quietly. "Yea. How do you know my name?" "I'm nurse Kayla," you look up at the white board, she had been Dark's nurse. "I have been taking care of Dark for a few days now." She still didn't answer your question so you just looked at her. "Oh, about how I know your name right? Well before you got here, he would talk in his sleep and the only thing he'd ever say was (F/n). He slept a lot so it was 12 straight hours of your name constantly. After a while I started to catch on. He really did love you, I'm sure of it. I know I'm just a stranger, but I could tell. Rarely do we get patients with conditions as bad as his who are always in good spirits. It was so uplifting and inspiring to see him smiling everyday." With her words, you lose all self control. You start sobbing into her shoulder. "How do I go on?"

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"One week. One week to the day since he left me. Sure, he made some mistakes. We all do. Only now, do I realize that I love him. Only now that it's too late do I see how stupid I was. That man was absolutely crazy about me and I was too distracted to see it. God, I AM SO STUPID. Why couldn't it have been me? He was such a good person, deep down inside. He always had good intentions. I've never done anything good. Not that I can remember anyway. I'm caught in an unresting sea that's pulling me in three different directions. But now that he's... gone, I see that there was one direction I should've went."

You wrote in your journal. You want to continue writing but you can't. You can't express yourself how you want. You get so upset you throw the book a the cream colored hotel room wall. A moment later, you hear a knock at the door. "(F/n), it's okay. Let me in," you hear Mark say. You, reluctantly, get up and open the door. When Dark passed, you knew you couldn't go home. You hadn't accomplished what you came to Cincinnati to do in the first place, but you did request to move to the room next door. It kills you to see Mark or Wilford. Every time you see one of them, all you really see is Dark. Upon seeing Mark, you shutter a little, thinking of him. "You okay? I heard something hit the wall," he says walking into the room. You go back and sit down on your bed, trying your best not to look at him. "I'm fine," you say coldly. "Look, (F/n), I know you aren't okay. It's okay to not be okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" He comes and sits down next to you, you're still trying your hardest to not look at him. "I'm fine. Let's just do what we have to do and go home." He places a hand on your back. Upon feeling his touch, you feel a tear trickle down your cheek. you sniffle a little, trying to hide your face. "It'll be okay," he reassures. Tears come pouring out. You can't hold it in anymore. "No it won't," you sob. You turn to him, looking for comfort, but only seeing Dark's face. The wails grow louder. "Dark," you whisper into Mark's chest.

All of a sudden, you're bombarded with an image. An image of Dark. He's smiling right at you. Is this a dream? He just keeps smiling at you, his eyes not breaking from yours. You feel like you're about to say something, but he places a finger in his lips, "shhh," the sound so heavenly. So peaceful. In his hands he holds your journal. He opens the back cover and points to the page inside. Nodding, his image fades to black. You want to yell for him to stay, but you're flashed back to reality. You're still pressed against Mark's chest. You jump off the bed and rush over to your journal on the floor. You sit down on the floor and open up to the back page. "What are you doing?" You hear Mark say, but you ignore him. You read the words in his handwriting.

You have to finish this. I believe in you.

Love, Dark