Until I Met You (Markiplier x Reader)

•|Chapter 16|•

A month or two had passed until I was finally emotionally and physically ready to move to LA.

"Call me all the time. Please." My mom begged

"I will. I have to go. My flight." I motioned to the gate with my thumb and wrapped her in a hug.

Her body racked with sobs and she grasped on to my jacket.

"Mom. It's okay. I'll be back. I promise. I love you." I whispered as a tear slid down my cheek.

She released her hold and wiped her eyes.

"I know. I love you too."

I slowly turned and ran to the gate, waving back at her one last time. She smiled and waved back. The friendly desk lady signed my ticket and pointed me towards the walkway. I rolled my carry-on behind me as I strolled down the gloomy passageway and onto the plane.

Mark's P.O.V

My hands shook as I ventured from YouTube page to YouTube page, stopping to watch a new video from the Game Grumps. This was my life now. YouTube had always been my life, but now that's all it was. I rarely talked to people anymore. Wade and Bob left the day I lost (y/n).
I kept my self secluded. I hadn't talked to another girl since my night with Victoria.

My mind buzzed with thoughts, half trying to pay attention to the video, half nonsense. I was a mess to say the least. My hair had grown out, sticking out here and there. And my hands, which bothered me the most, had gotten extremely worse over the past two months. They shook so violently sometimes it was hard to hold a spoon.

A small buzz erupted from my phone. There was a notification from my voice instructor asking me if tomorrow at 10 worked for my next lesson. I eagerly replied agreeing since I had missed the last one. It was only about 8:30 pm, but my eyelids started to droop. This isn't like me. I can usually stay up for hours. I knew what my problem was. My heart knew what my problem was. My brain was just too stubborn to admit it. I didn't miss her. I cringed at the thought of her and slammed my fists on my desk. What have I done? My head rested between my arms limply as I tugged my hands through my tangled hair. A loud ringing interrupted me from my thoughts. A Skype call popped up on my page, showing the contact picture of a very happy Jacksepticeye. I sighed and clicked answer, trying to momentarily pull myself together.

"Hey Mar- you look like shite, the fucks wrong with ya?"

I plastered on a smile at his accent. "You know same old, same old."

"Nah." He squinted at his screen trying to get a better view of me. "There's something else."

"I'm fine. I promise."

"Bullshit."

I rested my forehead down on my desk and laid my hands on the back of my head.

"What's going on with your hands!?"

"I-I don't know."

"Are you on something Mark?"

I lifted my head and shook it back and forth.

"Just tired."

"Sure." He nodded, his one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"Did you need something?"

"I was calling to see if you wanted to collab, but you look fuckin' terrible. You sick?"

"Yeah that's it." I lied

"Go get some sleep, call me when you feel better?"

"Sure, you too Jack. Isn't it like 1 in the morning over there?"