I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

"Please Don't Go."

Mark's POV:

"Fuck off." He said while shoving his clothes back in his suitcase. He pulled on his shoes and wiped his eyes.

I grabbed his shoulder and he shrugged out of my grip. "Jack!" He picked up the pair of headphones I'd gotten him and jammed them in with his clothes.

"What!?" He growled at me, tears running down his cheeks.

"Where are you going?"

Jack grit his teeth and zipped up his suitcase. "Home."

"What?"

"Mark, I'm going home."

My eyes widened. "Jack no. You can't."

"Mark my flight is leaving today."

"I don't care." I stood in front of the door and blocked his way. "I'm sorry."

"I don't care, get the fuck outta the way." He pushed past me and wiped his face again.

"I didn't know he thought we were still a thing. You can check, I haven't talked to him in a long time, Jack!"

He dragged his suitcase to the front door. I held my phone out for him to check.

"The contact name is 'My Love.' Doesn't that sound a little wrong to you?" He smacked my hand away. "If you two weren't a thing, why wouldn't the contact name be Araon?"

"We broke up in person. I buried his contact and never changed it."

He opened the door and trudged outside. An Uber was already waiting. He climbed inside.

"Mark, I'm sorry." He closed the door and the Uber driver took off.

I ran back inside and pulled out my phone. I tapped his contact.

Jack come back.

Why would I do that?

Please

Mark im sorry but its done

What?

We're over.

No.

Mark

God dammit Jack im sorry!

I heard you the first time. You can burry my contact now since thats what you seem to do.

A tear streamed down my face. I called Bob. He picked up on the first ring. I sniffled.

"Mark? Are you okay?"

"Jack just left."

"Yeah, I thought his flight left today."

"No, like he left left. I don't think he's coming back. I fucked it up, Bob."

"Whoa whoa, what? What happened?"

"Yami texted me saying he misses my touch. I never changed his contact name and Jack seen it and now..."

"Call him, text him. Tell him it wasn't you."

"I tired! He won't listen."

"Well you could always..."