I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

Tears

Mark's POV: Day 2

I grabbed some clothes from my closet and shoved them in my suitcase. I needed to finish packing for tomorrow. Dunno how long I'll be there, so I just grabbed a hand full a clothes. My mind was wandering. What would happen if he didn't want me there? What if he actually did hate me? I forced myself to stand up. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was an incredible mess. I shook my head and picked up my phone. I wanted to call Jack. But I knew that wouldn't do anything. It vibrated as I wiped my face, my hopes went up.

Hey babe

Yami?

So I talked to Jack

Oh?

He told me he never really loved you

What?

He said he only did it to keep you quiet.

No

Yes.

I don't believe you

Well you should

Why should I?

Because it's ME, babe

Stop calling me that

Remember when I called you Daddy?

Aaron.

Oh pulling out my actual name?

Stop

Why?

I don't need this

Oh?

Just leave me alone

Whatever

I tossed my phone on my bed. Chicka ran over and nuzzled my leg. I scratched behind her ear and watched as she slowly laid down. I sat down next to her and continued to rub her head. I was so stressed about everything. My heart hurt. I'd never felt this way before. I guess I took Jack for granted? I don't think I understood how much I needed him until he left. Or did I? He was my world. I don't mean to sound cliche but he was my everything. I want him back. I want to hug him, even if it's the last hug. I want to hold his hand. I missed him all too much. I'd messed up everything. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. God dammit.