[ JacksepticeyeXReaderXMarkiplier ] ➳ Awake

Chapter 12

Mark flinched.

His fingers felt cold.

Why? Why were they cold?

Was he dead?

He looked down and saw (Y/N) sleeping , which made him nearly made him cry. Almost, but not quite.

He smiled, his heart feeling like it sank and rose at the same time. Like it cracked but got glued together simultaneously.

"(N/N)... hey." he said, his fingers tightening around hers even though he would've looked like he was holding onto air for dear life to everyone else. He didn't care.

Then he saw her faded arms.

And the worst part?

It wasn't just her arms that were fading.

Every part of her was.

She was so beautiful, so peaceful. Just like how she looked like at her funeral. Even with her body flickering like the flames of a candle stick she only looked even more like the moon lit sky. With every star flickering away as the day rose to make way for the sun.

(Y/N) was always like that.

(Y/N) always loved to push herself away to let other people shine.

Mark thought that was something he would never be able to do for her.

He didn't know what he was doing at all.

He thought for a single fucking moment she was alive, she was going to get hit by a car again, and every part of his soul yelled at him to run, push her out of the way, because he thought they were going to kill her.

The funny thing was he usually never listened to his gut.

Mark smiled, taking his not so broken arm and moving it up from the bed to (Y/N)'s hair, petting it gently as he watched her form a small heck of a smile in her sleep. It made him blush.

He guessed that was what love did to you.

Love kills you, punches you, hates you, gets you, despises you, but if you love enough all of that won't matter at all.

Mark knew that was what love had done to him.

"(Y/N)?" Mark said softly, stroking her hair and aching to bury himself in her embrace, because he really really missed her, more than ever. She was there, but she wasn't really there at all. Did that make sense?

"I love you."

But (Y/N) didn't hear anything, because she was still sleeping and breathing away her dreams like a child, and Mark never questioned why he didn't mind at all.

He guessed that was what love had done to him.

It took his breath away.

Again. And again.

But Mark didn't mind.

***

(Y/N) woke up to doctors yelling "He's awake! How long has he been awake?"

She didn't understand any of it.

Who was what now?

(Y/N) looked up to see a very uncomfortable Mark, staring into the eyes of nurses and doctors as they hurriedly attending to him. Mark saw her looking and smiled, even though he was still frowning. Like his eyes were telling her, hey, I'm okay, don't worry about it.

(Y/N) tried to smile back, tried not to worry about him too much, but she couldn't help but notice Mark's hand was still intertwined with hers, underneath the covers.