Septiplier One-Shots

Teardrops

Jack's POV:

I refuse to believe it. I can't believe it. I've tried. It just seems... impossible.

Could I have stopped him? Is it my fault? Probably. It always is, somehow. I didn't even know he was struggling...

First Daniel, now Mark. I might be next because... I don't know if I can live like this.

Mark killed himself over a month ago. And yet... everything is still fresh in my mind. The way he laughed. The way he talked. The way his cologne smelled. How his lips felt when they were connected to my own. How gorgeous his messy red floof looked in the moonlight.

But, unfortunately, the darker things still linger in my mind as well. The phone call. The seemingly eternal car ride to the hospital. The feeling of his hand in mine and the pain on his face as he took his last breath. The funeral.

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I've tried to escape by sleeping, hoping to temporarily be happy and forget, but I can't even sleep. Every dream I have involves Mark dying in a car accident. At this point, I don't want to sleep.

As time continues to progress, more scars form on my arms and wrists, each cut deeper than the last. I can't continue like this. Maybe I should follow in his footsteps...

"Jack?" a familiar voice called.

Oh my God... Is that...?

"Jack!"

It is!

"M-Mark?" I stuttered, positive that I'd gone insane.

Suddenly, the room started shaking. The calls from the voice I recognized as Mark's grew louder and louder until, finally, my eyes fluttered open.

"Jack, are you alright? You were crying and mumbling in your sleep." Mark said, his voice matching his concerned expression.

I couldn't speak. Hell, I couldn't breathe. I hugged him tightly, not wanting to ever let go.

"Jack, it's alright. It was just a dream, baby," his soothing voice chided.

"More like a nightmare..." I responded, sniffling as the older man held me.

"What happened? I've never seen you so upset. It kind of scared me, honestly."

"I...I..."

He released me from our embrace and looked into my eyes, gently cupping my face in his hands.

"Just take a deep breath and relax."

After doing as instructed, I began again.

"In my dream... you killed yourself. And I missed you and I was alone so I cut myself an-"

In mid-sentence, he kissed me. It amazed me that one kiss could make me feel so happy; so safe; so loved.

"Jack?" he said, breaking the kiss.

"Yeah?" I responded, a bit shocked and disappointed that he'd broken such a beautiful thing.

"I love you so much. Please stay with me forever..."

He crawled off of the bed and got down on one knee.

"Sean William McLoughlin," he started nervously, "will you be my husband?"