Marry Me | NatePat

Chapter Five

"I don't like coincidences. It makes me feel like someone is watching me and it freaks me the fuck out. What about you, what unnerves mister Sean McLoughlin?"

Sean McLoughlin had a crippling fear of disappointing people.

His older brother once made a hateful joke that he wasn't sure why Sean was scared of disappointing people, because he did it all the time.

And it hurt so badly.

He didn't want to disappoint anyone, he didn't want anyone to be mad at him because he wasn't enough. Only, he knew it would always happen because he wasn't enough.

He was an outcast, he didn't have a tattoo so he didn't have a soulmate. He was in the .02% of people on Earth without a soulmate.

Sean knew he was a fuck up, but he didn't want anyone else to. However, they did know and they sure as hell let him know it.

"It's the freak."

"He'll never find love."

"He'll never love anyone else."

"Fuck up."

Tears filled his blue eyes as he saw Nathan and Matthew walk down the hallway with linked hands as the bell rung. He should've gone to math with them, but instead he rushed to the bathroom and crumpled to the ground.

Sobs erupted from his mouth as he hit the tiles, curling his knees to his chest and burying his face into them. He was such a fuck up, he didn't deserve love. He wasn't made to love and he was incapable of loving.

But why?

Why did it have to be like this?

Was he doomed to be alone from the start or was Nathan right when he said it was just going to be harder to find who he was meant to love?

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Mark Fischbach never paid anyone much mind, he was too busy trying to get by in life by himself.

His parents hated him for who he was, they didn't agree with anything he ever did. It didn't matter what he did, it didn't matter how hard he tried to please them.

It would never matter because he liked boys.

And he wanted to wear dresses.

But he was a boy so he couldn't do those things. He didn't even have a soulmate, his bare wrists bringing so much shame to his family that he didn't even have to do any of those things to make them absolutely hate him.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, watching as his best friend Matthew intertwine his hand with his soulmate's. They looked so happy together, no body could touch them even if they tried their hardest. Nothing could break the smiles on their faces because they had who they were meant to love and they were happy with it.

The bell stopped ringing and he knew he'd be late regardless, so he just raced towards the bathroom and halted when he heard cries coming from the tile floor. Looking down, he saw a small boy curled into a ball with tears falling from his face to the ground.

Mark gasped, lowering himself to the ground and finding himself at a loss for words. Slowly he pulled the boy into his arms, whispering very quietly, "I'm here, you'll be okay."

"I-I just want to b-be loved."

He gazed down at both of their blank wrists. This boy didn't have anyone to love either.

"You are loved. Soulmate or no, people will always love you. Don't cry, please," Mark rubbed his back gently, letting him bury his face into the older man's neck and cry.

He didn't say anything after that, instead he let out bottled up emotions that he couldn't contain any longer. Minutes passed before he even looked up, eyes widening to the size of saucers at the sight of Mark Fischbach holding him.

"W-why do you care? Don't you have a soulmate to get to? Amy?" Sean sniffled, wiping his puffy eyes.

"I-I don't know who Amy is. The computer geek who likes coffee? I don't talk to her. Why do you ask?"

"B-because I don't have a soulmate. I'm a complete f-fuck up."

Mark's eyes softened, "I don't have a soulmate either. You're not alone, w-what's your name?"

"Sean. Sean McLoughlin," he managed to speak without stuttering, "my name's Sean McLoughlin."

"Hi Sean, I'm Mark. And I know how hard it is to not have a soulmate, so neither of us are going to be alone through this. I'm going to be here for you and I promise I'll protect you if anyone ever tries to hurt you."

Mark had never felt so protective over someone he had just met. He just had to. He'd given away his darkest secret and now he had to keep it. That was the reason, right?

But when the bell rang again and the two shuffled away, Sean knew it meant something else when the words I'm here, you'll be okay burned into his wrist.