We haven't spoken in weeks.
All his things are still at the house.
I keep calling him, trying to understand why he won't take his things if he wants us to be over.
"Mark, baby, you need to come get your stuff soon. It just reminds me of you and if you're leaving then do it now. Please..."
My message plays through my mind, I shouldn't have called him baby.
I shouldn't have even left a message.
I miss him so much.
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The Quiet (Markiplier)
FanficAnything Hurts Less Than The Quiet This is a Markiplier/ Mark Fischbach imagine thing based on The Quiet by Troye Sivan There is cursing in this
