Jack's POV:
I was still in the corner when my phone went off again. I dragged my hand across the bed and grabbed it. I popped my head up from behind my knees and sniffed while reading the text. I read it over and over. My mind still raced. I threw the phone back on my bed and pulled a blanket towards me. I wrapped it around me and buried my head again. My heart hurt. My hands shook. I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want it to be over. And now the picture? That was it for me. That's what broke me. It broke me because it made it true. My tears soaked my blanket. I looked at the clock. It was getting late, I should go to bed. I climbed onto the bed and curled into a ball up there. I pulled the covers over my body and gripped the pillow. Another sob escaped my mouth. My grip tightened on the pillow.
I sighed and closed my eyes. I could practically hear my heart beating. I lifted the covers over my head. My breathing slowed and I fell asleep.
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I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)
FanfictionMark got a random text from his ex Yami. With the contact name still set as "My Love," Jack assumes the worst. He leaves in anger and sadness. Mark doesn't get him back in time to fix it. Instead it gets worse.
