Coming Home (Adopted By Markiplier Sequel)

Chapter 20

POV: Krystal 

~~Four Days Later (LET'S JUST MAKE IT SUNDAY CAUSE I CAN DO THAT)~~

"So how is Ireland treating you?" I asked, looking at my best friend through a computer screen, which is something I never thought I'd have to do.

She shrugged, "It's ok...I guess..."

I didn't expect much of an answer when I asked. Neither of us have been the same since she left. She didn't care much for Ireland, as she said, and I quote, 'I rather be at the orphanage down there than up here.'

"So how are you and Mark?" She asked, still not looking, but instead distracted by her hands, as though a child that found them for the first time. 

"I don't know...Mark and Jack were really close; Mark and I were both close to Jack; and to hear suddenly that he was leaving was...horrid. It's not something that's going to make you happy."

"Yea, especially after he lost Jasmine."

I shuddered at the thought of her. "Yea...but we're trying, you know? But it's back to school tomorrow for me so...yea."

"Do the guys know about us leaving?"

I sighed, "No. They come back tomorrow though, but I'll be at school when they do. Mark wants to tell them as soon as they get back before they start questioning where the two of you are."

"How do you think they'll react?"

"I'm not really sure, but I know they'll be better at helping him then I can."

"Krystal, nobody can help him more than you can. You're his daughter, the person he never wants to let down. Just you saying that 'it's alright', or 'you're doing just fine' worded in some deep loving speech is all he needs."

Just before I could reply, somebody, who I think is Jack, called her name. Something else was said that I couldn't understand but by the looks of it, she didn't like it. "I have to go," she said, "but I'll text you maybe. Love you!"

I couldn't reply once again, for she hung up on me. For the next couple minutes, I sat there, replaying her words over and over in my mind before I actually got up and took the advice.

Mark was in his recording when I finally found him. On his monitor was Inside, this game he's been playing for a long while. He likes it, and I was thinking of trying it after him. I wonder if-

No, you're here for a reason, stop getting off track.

I knocked on the already opened door, drawing his attention. He paused the game, said, "One second," to the camera, and turned his chair to look at me. "Yes?"

Taking a deep breath, I took a leap of faith, for I was going into this without thinking of what to say.

"Look...I know it's hard, losing your best friend because they're moving away...believe me, I know. Taylor and I basically grew up together in that orphanage, and watching her leave...it was...there's just no words to describe how it was. Though they aren't here, they're still here. They can always come up to visit, or we can visit them. Just because they left, it doesn't mean that it's the end. There's Skype, phone calls, texting, long plane rides-yea, it's not the same than them being here, but it's still better than nothing..."

"Krystal-"

"I'm not done....Don't beat yourself up over this, please. You two are inseparable, just like you always will be. No matter the distance...it's like when I grow up and move out. Though I'm not here, you're my Dad, and will always be my Dad, and I'll love you no matter what..."

Silence confiscated the whole room, for I was done. Mark knew that I was, though he said nothing. What he wanted to say before must have escaped his mind, or he sees no point in saying it now.

I watched his eyes as they slowly started turning glass like, until he finally broke down. He leaned forward, covering his face with his hands, crying out, "It was just so sudden! I had no time to react, no time to talk to him before he went, no time to just...hang out! Fuck, we had to cut the trip short because of this! I just..."

His cries cut him off, and he just sat there in his own sorrow. I did the only thing I could do: I walked over, and wrapped my arms around him. A pair of arms wrapped around me in an instant, and I felt myself being pulled toward him, squeezing me, like I was a life that could just leave with a gust of wind.

"I'm not leaving Mark..." I whispered, knowing that the thought of me leaving just as suddenly as Jack and Taylor was in his head.

If the tears could come any faster, they did. If he could cry out any louder, he did.

If my heart could break and reach out for this man that saved me, it did.