"M-Mark..!" Jack cried out from behind the man.
"Jack?" Mark said, turning around.
"Are you really fuckin' surprised to see me? I'm your best friend,"
"J-Jack, please... Let me do this."
"No, Mark! Don't do it!," Jack cried out. He was walking toward him as fast as he could. "I fuckin' love you, Mark! You can't!"
"I love you too, Jack," Mark said, turning back around. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Time seemed to slow down. Jack was running as fast as he could towards Mark. He heard the door to the roof open behind him. He didn't even look at who it was. He didn't even care. As he was running, he heard someone chasing him. Jack just ran faster, faster. He jumped to grab Mark's hand. He missed by inches as Mark threw himself off the roof. Jack probably would have done the same if it weren't for Felix grabbing his hand before he could.
Jack just fell to his knees, sobbing. Felix wanted so desperately to, also, but he couldn't, not in front of Jack.
The first thing Felix did, was escort Jack off the roof, holding his hand so tight, he could have broken his finger. Jack was trying to pull away. Trying to jump.
When they got back inside the hotel, Jack ran directly to Mark's room. He looked at his bed, to find an envelope and a rose laying across it. Jack grabbed the envelope. His hands were shaking violently as he tore it open.
~Sean~
I'm sorry. I don't want to do this to you. To you, Felix, Ken, Amy, my fans, all of you. I just have to do this. I just have to. I want you to know its not your fault. It's no one's. You're going to be okay. You still have Felix, Ken, everyone. I'm going to miss you most of all.
If you're wondering why I had to, it's always been a lingering thought in my mind. I always felt like this. In the back of my mind, I felt like I had to. I've never known why.It's just always been there. Recently, I've felt like this more than ever. Again, I have no idea why. I feel the only way to get past this, is to do it.
I love you, Jack. So, much.
~Mark Edward Fischbach~
As Jack was reading the paper covered in tears, he couldn't help but add his own to the mixture. The tears were still wet. Jack could have stopped him...
//im sorry this one is so sad. i guess im just good at writing sad things//
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Try. {Jacksepticeye}
Fanfiction*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.
