Never Lose Hope (Septiplier/MarkiplierxJacksepticeye)

Chapter 12: Feelings With a Burning Passion (Final)

I spent the next few days recovering; mostly by Markimoo's side, as he calmed the storm that raged harshly inside.

At first, it was really hard. Every few minutes, I would find myself in tears, a babbling, crying, screaming mess, but he was there for me every second. He even slept next to me and whenever I let a single tear fall, asleep or not, he'd wrap his strong, buff arms around me protectively and hold me close to his chest, where I could inhale his scent to reduce the ache.

When morning came, he would softly whisper into my ear, and I'd wake up to realize that I'd been dreaming— no, nightmaring about her, and all she'd done. All she had left me with. All I had lost.

His whispers were as soft and velvet-smooth as his voice, and they would promise me that everything would be okay when I woke up, I'd be okay, and I'd be with Mark.

The moment my eyes would open, red and puffy, I would scoot away from the caring, raven-haired male, mostly to avoid awkwardness, but he refused to let go of me with one arm. To be honest, I did the opposite of mind when he did. I loved it. I loved knowing that he cared.

When I had fully woken up, he would take my hand and lead me out of the room, over to his kitchen, where he'd sit me down at the dining table and begin to make whatever I asked for.

"Pancakes, please, if it's not too much trouble," I whispered, eyes set like stone at the table that my elbows rested on.

"Sure," Mark agreed, reluctantly, pulling out a pre-made pancake mix before adding in the required amount of water. He used his strong arms to shake the bottle with the mixture inside, vigorously and repeatedly, until it was ready to be put into a pan. "I just hope you know that I'll get you anything you ask for, and it won't be trouble. It'd be... an honour and a pleasure and a must," he referenced, jokingly.

A small, weak, light smile appeared on my face, quick to disappear soon after.

"Well, if it's okay with you, could I try Nutella and ice-cream on my pancake? Y'know, stickin' to tha girl code for depression."I meant it with light-heartedness, but the angel before me flipped a pancake and then hurried over to me, cuddling me tightly in his arms.

He knew me too well, because not long after I mentioned the word 'depression', I was in tears again.

"Shh, it's okay," Mark cooed, resting his forehead on mine and attempting to look directly into my tear-stained, glassy eyes.

"Why, Mark?" I sobbed, clasping his shirt weakly. "Why did she leave me?"

My eyes darted up to his, weary and upset. He stared longingly into mine for a short while, then let out a sigh, his hot breath caressing my face. It comforted me, and also sent my cheeks a bright pink, but not as much as what he said next did.

"I don't know, Sean. I probably won't ever know, and that doesn't bother me. I don't want to know why someone would want to lose someone as cute, fragile, delicate and kind as you. Someone so amazing," he ranted, beautifully, "someone who is the definition of perfect.

"Your soft and caring looks from those indulgent, skyline-blue eyes, the way you laugh that makes everything seem okay. The way you smile, that light that makes the whole room shine brighter. That gorgeous smile... the one I haven't seen in so long."

When he was done, I was speechless. No physical noises would emit from my mouth, I could only stare, lips slightly agape and eyes wide as they had ever been.

The other YouTuber's face had visibly gotten so much more emotional, tears welling in them, a look of desperation on his face. His expression, so passionate.