I hate her. I love you. Why can't you be with me? I was going to tell you i loved you, but you had news, too. You said you had gotten a girlfriend. Her name was Signe. You said you loved her.
It still hurts, Jack. You wanted her, you got her. Is that not enough? Why can't I just be happy for you? I don't know. I remember crying that night. No, I cried all night. I didn't sleep, so I had bags under my eyes. You asked why I looked so tired. All I said was I couldn't sleep.
That is both true and not. Well, it is true. I just omitted the part about it being over you. But the truth is,
I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you. You want her, you need her.
And I'll never be her.
Good bye, Jack.
Love,
MarkI sat down the note crying. And hugged marks cold, lifeless body.
"Mark! No, please, no!" I screamed.
"Mark, please, I need you! I always needed you!" I cried into his blood soaked shirt."Mark...mark...MAARRRRKKKK!"
~one month later~
I didn't want to go, but Signe said it was for the best. We curved on the dirt road and hopped out. I wanted into the cemetery.
Mark Edward Fishbach
Died from a fatal shot to his templeI feel to my knees and started crying. Signe bent down and rubbed my shoulder soothingly.
"Thank you."
"We should go."
"Okay."
On the way back I could only think about one thing.
I loved you, too, Mark.
So, hello (from the other side)
I try not to make these super long.
Fact about me:
I just found I baby bird today. April 14, 2016!
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