Septiplier Random Headcannons

Alone.

"Your fallin' in love, and its not enough, and you know that your hearts gonna break, and it shows that your not meant to be. Cuz he's just not me."~He's just not me. By: Artist VS Poet

Mark's POV:

Sean and I split up two months ago. He claimed that he needed a break, he claimed that he needed to think some things through. Me being me, me being Mark, I let him. I stepped away, I backed up, I respected his decision, if I was doing something wrong, I understood it. I still loved him though.

My heart broke. Apparently he wanted to take a break from our break, and create a bond...with someone else.

I stared at his newest Instagram post. I could tell he was sitting in a car, he was in the drivers seat, with another man's lips on his cheek. His beautiful face was being kissed by someone who obviously wasn't me.

The blond haired, green eyed man was smiling a bright, toothy smile in the picture. Sean wore a simple half smile. Tears threatened to fall. I shook my head.

He's over you Mark, two months, he's over you. Move on.

"But I can't..." I whispered into the inky, sickening darkness that was my home. So quiet, so colorless, so dull, so dark.

I sat forward in my seat and laid my arms on my dining room table, I rested my head on my arms, and started to cry. 

I woke up, I guess I had passed out. I sighed and wiped my eyes and nose with my sleeve. I had to call him I had to make things right I got up and grabbed my phone. I quietly walked up to my room and shut the door behind me. I stared at the screen, and paced the length of the room.

After fifteen minutes of pacing and trying to build up some courage I finally did. I looked up his contact and hit the call button.

Just as I feared, straight to voicemail. He was probably asleep.

I took a deep shaky breath as I waited for the beep.

"He isn't me Sean, I miss you love, so much it hurts, I can't live knowing that someone else is making you happy...," My voice cracked, as tears threatened to fall. "But, so long as your happy, I won't pry, nor will I interfere, just remember one thing...I'm not over you, and I will always love you...even if you don't love me."

I finished with that. I crawled into bed, grabbing a pillow I started to sob into it. Until I eventually fell asleep with a extremely heavy heart.

I woke up the next morning and reached over to grab my phone. I was surprised to see that I had one missed call and one voicemail. I decided to listen to it. Sean.

"Come back." He was sobbing, I could hear the sadness, the emptiness in his voice, "I'm so sorry, I miss you Mark, I'm an idiot fer doin' what I did. I still love you too..."