Mark

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I wake up around 1:30. I don't know where I am at first, but then I remember the day behind me. I'm in JackSepticEye's bed, but without JackSepticEye. I wonder what he looks like sleeping. I try to get up as silent as possible, but Jack's bed is very squeaky. I open the door and tiptoe down the wooded hall. I see a figure sitting on the couch, as if it didn't have a head. I realized it was the hunched over figure of Jack. Had I gone too far with making Jack eat tonight? I almost fall over, so I grab the wall to stabilize myself. I try to stay as silent as possible, and creep over to him. He's on the end closest to the front door, with his face in his hand. As I get closer, I realize he's quietly sobbing, his shoulders moving as if he were laughing every once in a while. I gingerly sit on the edge of the cushion, almost next to him, but with roughly 4 inches between us. I know he feels the dip in the couch, because he freezes. I see him tense up in the dim lighting. I get closer and wrap my arms around him. I feel him shaking. I put my mouth right next to his ear.
"Shh, shh, you'll be alright, I'm here, I'm right here," I whisper to him, hoping he'll loosen up slightly. I know sometimes this is fruitless, and there's no stopping what will happen, but that's not today. He takes his head out of his hands and puts it into the crook of my neck, leaning into me. I bury my nose into his messy hair and inhale. He smells like tea and something else I can't quite describe. It's the scent you smell when you're home. We all know it. Not the home scent of the 'im used to it' sense. The scent of the fact that somebody has been there. It tells you it's all okay.
After 5 minutes of feeling Jack's teary eyes on my neck and scratchy beard on my chest, I hum. I hum "Everything's Alright" from "To The Moon". I made Jack play the game a few weeks ago, and he loved it. That was his favorite. When I start the first chorus, I hear him say something.
"I'll ask you to fly away with me," he whispers on the beat. We stay like this until the song comes to and end. Then, I feel Jack become slightly limp. He breathes shallowly and I know he's asleep. I set him down gently and tiptoe back to his own room. I realize its 4:03 and suddenly feel dead tired. I go to sleep thinking about what just happened. It's phenomenal.

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