I can't do this alone (septiplier fanfic)

Chapter 7

Marks pov
I looked down and saw Jack had fallen asleep in my arms. I smiled to myself, thinking about everything Jack had just told me, and how strong he has been for so long. I held him like this for a while, whispering to him, "your so amazing and you don't realize it, you've made it this far. Things will, and I promise, WILL get better. Today is just another day, you can always make things better." I studied his face while he was sleeping. His face was very defined, though that could just be from lack of nutrition. His eyes were sunken and had bags under them.
But oh, his eyes, they were everything, yet nothing at all. They were the ocean on a sunny day, the sky on a day to the park, they were the color of Violet's when they bloom in the spring, they were the color of the emotion he feels most, sadness, the color of his veins as he wrestles with the thoughts inside of his head. How could particles that form an iris, just like 7 billion others in the world, hold so much meaning? How could something that small, mean something so much bigger than it truly is? How does Jack make nothing, become something?
Gently pulling up his sleeves to not disturb him, I trace over the marks, some scabbing over. How did he do it? How does Jack stay strong for this long with out any help? If only I had the words to describe this man. Let's see, if I tried to put it into words. Through a whirlwind of chaos and destruction, he is the last house standing. When the whole world shakes, he is the one to stand back up. When the storm rains above, he is the flower that thrives on. In a tsunami of anxiety and fear, he floats a top of that wave, refusing to sink.
Since the sun was starting to set, I decided to go make food. I laid Jack gently on his bed as I went to the kitchen, but realized there was nothing there. Deciding I need to go to the store, I wrote down a list of what I need. About to head out the door, images flashed in my mind. Jacks mangled arms as he lays in the bathtub, a hanging body in the living room, attached with a note, and Jack sprawled across the floor with a pill bottle next to him. Realizing I need something for him to keep when I won't always be there, I went and grabbed my IPod shuffle. I compiled a list of all the songs I think Jack would like and put them under the playlist called "for those dark times". (List of songs will be at the end) I placed it in his hand, then I headed out the door.
Jacks pov
I woke up, not in Marks arms, but on my bed. I started panicking, thinking he left me. As I was about to stand up, I feel something rectangular in my hand. Looking down, I see it's an iPod. Confused, I picked it up and turned it on; the first words that flashed across the screen was 'Jacks file' curious, I clicked on that. Once opened, there was one playlist on there. The playlist was called for those dark times, so I assumed it was for me. Clicking on it and waiting for a song to start, I heard Alive come on, by Sia.
Dropping the iPod on the bed, I laid back down and sang along. "I had a one way ticket to a place where all the demons go. Where the wind don't change, and nothing in the ground can ever grow...but I'll survive...."

Songs on playlist:
Fight song
Now is the start
I choose
Swim
Let me be myself
Firework
Empire in my mind
People like us
Collide
Three little birds
Alive
Beautiful day
Overcomer
I won't back down
Breathe