I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

I'm so sorry

Mark's POV:

It surprised me at first. I didn't expect Jack to kiss me at all. My hands made their way behind his back as I pulled him closer to me. His hands were on my chest. I opened my eyes and seen tears stream down his face. I pulled him closer, if that was even possible. He pulled away and dug his face into my chest. He was shaking so bad. I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know where we were. I decided to push past that thought and picked him up. His grip around my neck tightened and I brought him to his room. I set him down on the bed.

"Jack I'm so sorry. I can't tell you that enough."

He shook his head and leaned into my lap. "I'm sorry, too. If anyone's the asshole, it's me. I shouldn't have walked out."

I stroked his head. "No, it's my fault."

I lifted him up and kissed his forehead. He looked at me with teary eyes. That sight on it's own made my heart break. I couldn't push the thought that I did this. It was my fault. But now I had the chance to fix it, if that was still achievable. I laid back and rolled him over next to me. I pulled up the covers and wrapped my arm around him. He sobbed silently and I pulled him closer. I pushed his body against mine and hugged him. Anything to get him to stop. I hated hearing him cry. And the fact that it was my fault made it worse.

Soon his silent sobbing slowed to a stop. He breathing became heavy. He'd fallen asleep. I dug my face into his back and closed my eyes. My self hate took over.