H2O Vanoss

So... are we back?

{Evan POV}

I watched as Mark and Aaron sat on a nearby couch. I sighed remembering me and Jonathan cuddling. What happened to those times? We were so perfect together. Then it just fell apart.

I felt a pair of arms go around my waist. I turn to see Jonathan without his mask on crying on my shoulder. I turn around fully and hug him. " I'm so sorry Evan. I miss you. I can't be without you. All i think about is you and how much i must've hurt you." I felt tears start to form in my eyes. I know what i have to do and it's killing me.

"I know how hard it is babe. I miss you so much. I wish to be with you all the time." I say. He looks at me with sad eyes. He already knows what I'm gonna say. "B-but?" He says. " But... we need to be away from each other. At least for a month. We need to sort things out." I say. I feel Jonathan get super heavy all of a sudden.

I look down to see that his legs were off the ground. I was holding him up at this point. " Please Evan.... don't do this...i can't live without you.." he says very softly.

I gently set him on the ground. I take a step back. " Soon..." I say and walk away. " No... no Evan... Evan please..." i hear Jonathan say. I ignore him and keep walking. " Evan... EVAN!!!" Jonathan screams. I keep walking. I can't turn around. " LET GO OF ME MARK!!! I NEED HIM!!!" I glance back to see what was going on. Mark was holding Jon down to prevent him from running.

( Two weeks later)

Being back home... it's not the same. It's not my home without Jon. He's been blowing up my phone for the past week. So many missed calls. So many texts. So many voicemaills. I can't listen to his voice. It would kill me.

(Mark POV)

I've had Jonathan at my place in L.A for awhile. I don't think he could be by himself right now. All he does is call and text Evan. It's pitiful. Why won't Evan just answer. Jonathan never eats anymore. He's so skinny now. He has been wearing the same blue and... red jacket? I don't remember it being red.

" Jonathan?" I say. He ignores me. " Jonathan... don't kill me." I say. I saw his eyebrow go up in confusion. I then dove on him. " Hey! What the fuck Mark!?!" He screams. I pin his arms to the couch. He winced in pain. I use one hand to hold both wrist. I grab one of his arm sleeve and slowly pull it down. He starts to cry. I pull out my phone and call Evan.

" Hey Mark. What's.."
" Get over here NOW!!"
" Wait hold up.. why?"

" Delirious is self- harming"