[ JacksepticeyeXReaderXMarkiplier ] ➳ Awake

Chapter 13

Mark fell asleep.

(Y/N) kissed him on the cheek before leaving quietly. They talked about so many things, that (Y/N) prayed she would remember, but she knew she wouldn't.

It was already late noon.

(Y/N) walked up the stairs towards Sean's office.

Was he still mad?

Nah, he couldn't be. Sean wasn't the type to get mad for long. Was he?

She hated that she couldn't remember.

"Sean?" She said, knocking on Sean's office door twice. He didn't answer. She wondered if he was okay. He must be tired, she thought, but she needed to check.

Not checking made her uneasy.

"Sean?" (Y/N) asked, opening the door to take a step in. All she saw was Sean sitting at his desk, drinking a cup of coffee and looking through files. Wasn't he tired? At all?

"Sean..." (Y/N) said, feeling upset he wasn't taking care of himself. He had done so much for Mark, for her, for everyone, he deserved a break. He couldn't keep doing things for others and totally push his needs away. Could he?

Sean wasn't listening.

Furious, she went up to him and snatched his files away. He only sat there, staring blankly at the table, sipping his coffee. What was he doing?

"Sean!"

"What?!" Sean yelled, his eyes unusually agitated, his voice unlike his usual calm and nice one but rather like someone had just punched him in the face. No, this wasn't the Sean she wanted to see. Actually, there wasn't much she would have liked to see either.

"Sean...?" (Y/N) took a few steps back, her voice shaky because Sean was coming towards her. He looked like a serial killer. He was like a mad man.

He was mad.

"You. I helped you. I saved Mark. You went to him. You drained me. You killed me. You hurt me. You..." At this point Sean was on the brink of tears, and he felt like everything inside of him was breaking with every step he took.

"Give my heart back." He said, frowning because he didn't know how else to describe it. He only knew that when he looked at her, it tore away at him.

When he smelled her scent, it killed him.

When he thought of her, it gave him a headache.

He stopped moving.

"I'm tired okay? Please give my heart back, (Y/N)... please." He said, breaking down. He felt like a universe at that moment. There were galaxies and galaxies of stars floating around in his mind, and he couldn't breathe.  He felt suffocated, he felt strangled, he felt dead.

He wanted to die.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) hesitated before asking, her back now in contact with the cabinet behind her. He was scaring her, but he was also breaking her heart. She hated seeing Sean cry.

"Are you stupid, (Y/N)? I love...you. I've always been in love with you." He replied, feeling giddy and all of a sudden light headed. He felt like she was choking him.

He wanted her to stop.

"Sean... I'm sorry... I'm...I'm sorry." (Y/N) said, closing her eyes and bracing herself.

And then Sean kissed her.

And she let him.

"Goodbye (Y/N)." Sean said as he grabbed back the files from her grasp, and going back to his desk to work on the documents. (Y/N) looked at her feet, and she wondered if Sean would miss her when she left.

Sean knew she was fading away. He could see it. He didn't want to act like he cared.

"Goodbye Sean." She said, and she walked out the door and went up to the rooftop, her steps feeling heavier than ever before.

Sean didn't look.

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"Mark." Sean said, walking quietly into the room. He didn't know what he should expect. Was he going to be angry? That he called him? That he was the one who made the choice to make him come over?

Mark wasn't angry.

He was smiling.

Mark wasn't the type to smile because it was a extremely joyous occasion, but rather he smiled because things were okay. Things were better. He was okay. Sean felt more at ease.

"Hey, Sean. I'm sorry you have to see me like this." Mark said, running his free arm through his hair. He was smiling, his eyes hidden by his cheeks. He had this contagious smile that even made Sean smile, just a little bit, for a small second.

Then Sean remembered (Y/N).

Sean walked over to Mark and sat down next to him on the chair that was placed by the bedside. It was cold. Not as cold as the air conditioner but even colder. It was freezing. It was (Y/N), but not literally. (Y/N)'s cold used to be so warm, but now it was even colder and even more heartless.

"So, you and (Y/N) huh?" Sean said, looking at his hands that hung loosely between his thighs. He smiled, but only because Mark was there. Both Mark and (Y/N) were good people, he knew that, but it just stung. It stung because he wished so badly that he could have (Y/N) back, but she was gone.

Was she really gone?

"Nah, we aren't anything. She loves you."

Lies.

"Heck no, she doesn't." Sean said, laughing as he shook his head, his green hair shining under the light from the window. He felt dead.

"She doesn't."

Mark noticed Sean's cheeks were wet.

"Hey...hey...why are you crying?" Mark said, wanting to reach out, but the stupid cast around his torso fucking hated him.

"If she loved me she wouldn't have kissed you, you son of a gun." Sean laughed again, smiling at Mark even with tears in his eyes.

It fucking stung.

Mark smiled sadly.

"I know."

"It stings doesn't it?"

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