Hello? -a septiplier fan-fiction (sad)

Hello?

(This fanart is mine)
"Hello, it's me" Jack sang quietly, almost humming the tune. His eyes flickered to his window, outside of his car. Outside in the dark, his reflection stared back. "I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet," he spoke slightly louder, in-tune with the music. He looked back at the road with softened eyes, due to remembering the previous years.
All to familiar memories came flooding back into his mind. Turning his mind into overdrive. "To go over everything," He bit his lip when his eyes started watering. "They say that time's supposed to heal ya," he sniffled, realizing the honesty of his words. He was no longer singing to the song, he was singing to his heart. "But I ain't done much healing."

"Hello, can you hear me?" Mark sang sorrowfully. He had one hand gripping the steering wheel, and the other on his knee, baring so hard his knuckles turned white.
"I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be," the reality of his words crushed him like a thousand pound weight. He blinked his eyes rapidly when the road had started waving in his teary eyes. "When we were younger and free. I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet," a warm tear streaked down his cheek. He immediately swiped at his face, glancing at his mirror to catch a slight glimpse of his wretched face.

"There's such a difference between us," They sang in harmony, both remembering each memory, each glance, every touch. They both looked to the empty seat next to them, "and a million miles."

"Hello from the other side," Jack cried, relishing in the all to familiar feeling of having a lump in your throat.
"I must have called a thousand times," Mark sang softly, hearing the difference in his pitiful voice compared to that of the singer. "To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done. But when I call you never seem to be home." Mark couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the irony of his words. With shaking hands, Mark parked his car in the driveway of his house. Feeling himself slouch, he let the song wash over him. He wished and hoped that those words, the words he was singing, came from someone else's mouth. "Hello from the outside."
"At least I can say that I've tried," Jack rang out bitterly. He rubbed his eyes with his arm, hoping to renew his teary vision. "To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart." Jack remembered the sobs of that night, the night he had to leave. "But it don't matter. It clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore." While stopped at a stop sign, Jack opened his messages, the newest one from him had been well over three months ago. "Hello, how are you?" He watched as puddles began to form on his screen.
"It's so typical of me to talk about myself. I'm sorry," Mark's car was filled with the sour notes of his bawling. "I hope that you're well," regret was filling his voice, tears overwhelming his snot streaked face. He rested his head on his steering wheel, forcefully tugging at his hair. "Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?"

"And it's no secret that the both of us..." Both voices were littered with cracks. Jack sits up once more, once again driving his car. He sees his house in the distance, "...Are running out of time."

"So hello from the other side," Mark sobbed. The voice was anything but his own, it was dark and sounded tired. His heart leapt higher and higher through his throat.
"I must have called a thousand times," Jack remembered how many times Mark had called after he left. He drew in a deep breath, shaking in his seat. He parked his car, he was 'home'. It was 'home', that kept changing. "To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done."
"But when I call you never seem to be home," Mark's throat tightened, he felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. He knew only one person could have this effect on him. His heart was leaping out of his chest, he felt like it would burst. "Hello from the outside. At least I can say that I've tried."
"To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart," Jack realized, he didn't want it anymore. His life without Mark, he threw it away so casually, he had hurt the man. He threw his head back on the head rest, not caring what happened anymore.
"But it don't matter. It clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore." Mark eyes widened. Jack never answered, he didn't care. A scream ripped its way from his throat, tearing his heart out with it.
Mark trembled in his seat, sobbing with everything he has. He jolts at the power button, desperate to turn the music off. His head was foggy, and his voice raspy from crying.
Jack, clinging for the chance to rid himself of his cries, he yanked his keys from his car, shutting it off. He screamed at the silence, white hot tears poured. He gripped his shirt, right over his heart, and bit his lip as hard as he could. He knew what he had to do.
Silence was heard. Past the sobbing, and past the sniffles. The two men could almost hear eachother. Almost, but almost is never enough. Mark heard his phone vibrate. Shakily, he picked it up; slowly he slid his finger accross the green blur on his screen.
"Hello?" He said, his voice cracking and almost silent due to crying.
Jack sucked in a deep breath, his words catching in his throat, "It's me."