Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

Chapter 39

It's been about a month since the accident. Mark has been deteriorating as a person ever since it happened. His happiness had slowly been fading away. Some of his fans have noticed, but Mark can't tell them what's wrong. They'll think he's crazy. Maybe we all are insane. Everyone could be insane creating jobs and activities to shield their brain from what reality actually is. When I think about it, insane people have the most personality. Sometimes that personality can be harmful to others, but it's them. It's who they are. They are finding out the truth about the world, and people don't like that so they chain them up like animals. Sad, really.

Mark woke up next to me as the sun was singing bright through the window. I put my hand out and rubbed his arm gently to alert him that I am awake. He turned over and faced me, staring into my eyes. "Good morning," I spoke to him in that weird voice I get in the morning.

He attempted to smile at me, but it faded away quickly. His red hair was a disaster. It looked like he hadn't taken a shower in weeks. "We should get dressed," Mark spoke to me in his very seductive voice. I wasn't in the mood to do anything, but his voice is one factor that can sometimes change my mind. "We have a long day planned ahead of us. I'm also taking the day off." I nodded approving of what Mark said.

Slowly, he pushed the covers off his body and started to dangle his legs off the edge of the bed. The light from his phone lit up his face as he went to Twitter to alert people that there aren't going to be any videos today. In the matter of seconds people responded with support and 'I love you's.'

I faintly smiled even though Mark couldn't see it. I stood up from the bed and made my way to find some clothes to wear. Mark did the same and then we began working on our all day task. Planning to make Mark's dream come true. It was going to take more than one day to get everything ready, but a full day is a start.

Mark and I found a nice place to sit down and start planning everything. "So, where do we start?" Mark asked me.

"A name maybe?" I replied to him. He nodded displaying that it was a good idea. We sat for about twenty minuets in silence. Our imagination apparently wasn't working very well. "Well," I tried to move things forward, "The name should having something to do with our goal in mind. What do you really want out of this?"

"I want to have gatherings in different cities and fans and other random people can come and help clean up the city and make it an all around better place to be. Maybe some of us could go help at at food pantry or something like that." Mark smiled happily about the thing he is about to create. He always got so passionate about charity work.

I went back to thinking of ideas. My mind was completely blank. Eventually an idea hit me. It wasn't a very good one, but it was an idea. "How about Cities of Love." Make perked up as I said the name. He seemed to be intrigued.

His hopeful brown eyes were shining into me as he spoke out of pure glee, "I love it!"

I laughed a little, "Are you sure? It's not a very clever name."

"It's short, simple, and states what we are doing. It's perfect!" Mark stood up and walked behind me. His head lowered to my neck and he kissed it gently.

We became loosened up and we spent hours planning things. The time flew by and we had no idea. We barely made a dent in all that needed to be accomplished. In the middle of the day we got Chipotle delivered to our house, one of Mark's new addictions.

We planned a lot more things. We stayed up super late. Well, late for me. Mark was still pretty energized even thought I was about to collapse of the floor from exhaustion. "Mark," I complained. "It's four in the morning. I want to get some sleep. We can pick this up later."

"No!" Mark spoke in a whinny voice. He messed up his hair with his hand and continued to stare at the computer and other papers. "There is so much more to do! You can go to bed, I'll be there sometime soon."

I sighed. "Mark, don't use this as a distraction from your life. I know you really want this to happen, but take it slow. Little by little we will make this happen. Don't rush it." I stood up and walked away into our bedroom.

I'll always be there for you.

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter.)