[ JacksepticeyeXReaderXMarkiplier ] ➳ Awake

Chapter 9

"Sean?" (Y/N) said. She woke up, jolting up from her position, breathing heavily, although, what for?

Had she forgotten again?

No, she hadn't. She was still in his office. It was only the fact that Sean wasn't there anymore. She couldn't hear his rhythmic breathing anymore. Or his pulsing heart. Or his mind spinning.

She couldn't hear him anywhere.

She looked around.

Had anything changed?

No. It hadn't. She looked at the clock. It was almost six. Where was Sean? Where was anyone? Did she pass out?

(Y/N) stood up. Was she dreaming? Was Sean's story real? It could've been just another dream, a hallucination. Right?

No, it felt too real.

If it was, she wasn't going to leave, just yet. She was going to do things, before she would forget them again. She was going to let go, she was going to leave and never come back again. She wasn't going to forget anymore. At least, she hoped. She prayed.

Please. God. Don't let me hurt them anymore.

(Y/N) stood up, her face plastered with a small smile. First, she was going to find Sean. Then Mark. Then they would hang out. Yes, that would be really, really nice. She imagined going for a movie, or a celebration, or anything.

But then she remembered something.

Her eyes lit up.

***

"Sean." (Y/N) said, smiling as she let her arms hang around his neck and down his body. Her fingers tickled him a little, making him blush.

She found him sitting outside the hospital, on a bench below a tree. It was a very pretty tree, and seeing Sean sit there was like watching a model posing for a photoshoot.

He was sitting there, reading one of his doctor books. (Y/N) didn't understand any of it. It just made Sean look better.

"(N/N)? I thought you..." Sean said, his face even redder as he closed his book and placed it beside him, not letting himself to look up. He didn't want to. He was scared she would see his face.

"No. I'm not going yet. Sean, I need to ask you for a favour. Please? It's urgent." She said, resting her head on his shoulder. Sean stiffened. He was blushing like crazy. He kissed her, yes, but this was different. Was (Y/N) taking the lead?

"Yea?" He said, trying to relax himself. He was trying. He carefully pushed her arms off, and her head, then he turned his body to look at her in the eye. She had let her hair down, which made his heart go insane. She was so much more prettier than he imagined, but then again she was always pretty. Still, she was gorgeous, and he felt like kissing her, but it would seem weird to do so. He bit his tongue, trying to not say something stupid, like can I kiss you or you look amazing or kiss me. He only managed to make himself look like he was scared of her. Thankfully, no one was around. They would've thought he was crazy.

"I need a cake." She said, suddenly serious. She looked determined, her eyes no longer on fire, but they were shining, like every star in the sky, as if she picked them all one by one and consumed them, becoming the galaxy itself.

"What kind?" He asked. He wondered where she was getting at. What was she doing? Was she making him get things because she felt like he owed her? Was she craving for cake? No, it can't be. Ghosts don't eat cake. They don't even anything at all.