Mark's POV:
I watched as Jack's head went limp. Yami laughed and climbed off of him. I gripped the piece of glass in my hand to the point where it started digging into fingers. I could feel the blood drip in between them.
"I'm not satisfied with this." He pointed at Jack and picked up the knife again.
"What? No!" I jolted forward but my shoulders were restrained as well.
"Yes." He hissed at me and pushed Jack's head back. He drug the knife across his chest. The blood started rushing out like no tomorrow.
Tears were still streaming down my face. I started sawing the rope binding my hands together. Yami started marking x's into Jack's chest. The knife cut so cleanly. I almost jumped up when the rope finally snapped. But because Yami was still facing me, I stayed seated. The second he turned, I'd grab him.
He started to walk around Jack and I readied myself to jump at him.
"I hate seeing dead people." His hand was on Jack's chest, where his heart was.
I sat down in my seat. "What?"
Yami smiled. "It seems as if Jack had stopped breathing completely."
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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.
