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Song: Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson 

~DaNi

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He wasn't quite sure when it all went wrong. When it turned from sunshine to a hurricane. When the love and laughter was replaced with heartbreak and swallowing their tears. When the holding and hugging was swapped for Jack shoving Mark away from him because he just couldn't bare Mark's touch. Jack sat shakily, not even crying anymore. This fight was nasty, some hurtful things were shouted from both of them. Insults, degrades, and many other things shook through them as they remember spitting it at the other. Jack has been on the fence about this for a while but this just proves his fear. The fear that they did nothing but hurt each other, that they were toxic together. He didn't want to continue to hurt Mark and it really doesn't matter what they do to try and change it. This is the way is has to be. Jack leans his elbows on his knees, looking down at his clasped hands. Mark looked over at him, worried as he knows what's been running through his head lately. 

"Baby I'm sorry." Mark mumbles, trying to capture Jack's attention. Jack didn't move, just remained still. 

"Jack..." Mark said softly, sliding over to be closer to him. Jack froze, his eyes moving from his hands to the wall. 

"Please." Mark pleaded, moving his arm over Jack's shoulders. He gently began to pull Jack over, until Jack finally gave in and leaned into Mark's chest. Mark held Jack to him tightly, drawing circles on his arm with the pad of his thumb. Jack knew where he would be in the morning, so he decided to enjoy Mark's presence for one more night. 

"I'm sorry Jack." Mark said again, hoping to hear Jack's pretty voice. He remained silent though, breaking Mark's heart. Was he really so upset he didn't even wanna talk? 

"Please talk to me." Mark pleaded again, feeling anxiety growing in his stomach. 

"Mark..." Jack mumbled, not being able to manage more. But it didn't matter to Mark, even hearing name fall past Jack's lips was enough for him. Mark pressed a kiss to Jack's head, holding him as close as he could. 

"I love you Sean." Mark told him, lying down onto the couch. He pulled Jack over with him, setting Jack on his chest. Jack listened to Mark's heartbeat as he felt tears in his eyes. 

"I-I love you too." He responds, trying to keep the despair out of his voice. But Mark noticed, and lifted Jack's head. 

"Baby what's wrong? What happened? Did I do something wrong?" Mark asked, feeling panic in his chest. Jack furiously shook his head before he buried his face into Mark's chest. 

"Then what is it? I'll make it better." Mark said pulling Jack closer so that Jack's head lay in the curve of Mark's neck. 

"Y-You can't." Jack stammered, not really sure of what he was saying. 

"Then I'll help you forget." Mark told him softly as they lay on the couch. 

***

It was 6 in the morning, and Jack stood with his bag slung over his shoulder. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he looked over Mark's sleeping form. He wanted to drop everything and lay back in bed with him, but he knew he couldn't do that. He had to stop the heartache, he knew Mark wouldn't. Mark would try everything he could to make it work, but they've been doing that. Nothing works, and from the very moment they connected Jack somehow knew this is how it was supposed to end. He pulled his white t-shirt down as he quietly moved out into the living room. He let his eyes look over the room, soaking it all in. Remembering every good moment, and every bad moment. He remembered how they decided to make macaroni art at 4 in the morning sat giggling like idiots at the dining table. He looked over to the couch where he remembered their first bad fight, ending with Jack collapsing in tears and Mark rushing to him telling him he didn't mean all the hurtful things he said. He lets his eyes move to a photo on the wall, at Playlist Live where they first told the viewers. He remembered Mark kissing him and hearing the screams. He remembered throwing that picture at Mark in another fight, resulting in a crack in the bottom right corner of the glass. Tears continued to slide down his cheeks as he carefully opened the wooden door, hesitant to step outside. He turned, admiring the room once more before softly closing the door behind him. 

***

Mark woke a couple hours later. His hand subconsciously reached out to his right, expecting to feel Jack. His eyes popped open when he felt nothing but the bed sheets. He rolled onto is back and sat up, letting his eyes move around the room. Jack's phone was gone, and his charger. He then moved his gaze to the floor by the closet, to find all Jack's shoes gone. No. Mark threw the blankets off him, quickly moving into the closet. He threw the doors open, to see all Jack's t-shirts gone as well. No no no. Mark's mind was in a complete panic as he noticed more of Jack's belongings missing as well. He gripped the roots of his hair helplessly as he staggered out into his living room. He glanced around, everything looking normal and ordinary. A thought popped into Mark's head as he began to frantically search for a note Jack might have left. He looked for almost a half hour and his heart sunk when he found nothing. Mark felt sick as the room almost began to sway. No no no no no. That was the only thing being chanted in Mark's head, almost like a mantra. He stumbled to get his phone and he unlocked it, dialing Jack's number. The phone rang and rang and rang but Mark was met by a monotone voice. The voice informed him that the number has been...blocked? Why would Jack do this? Mark dropped his phone as he slid down the wall onto the floor. He gripped the hair on either side of his head as he felt nausea moving through his abdomen. What was he supposed to do now? Jack was gone, Jack left him. Tears ran over Mark's cheeks as he dropped his head to his knees, crying. 

*** 

"Please Felix, I'm not asking to talk to him. I just need to know that he's okay." Mark pleaded, hearing Felix sigh on the other side.

"He's fine." Felix lied, knowing perfectly well that Jack was falling apart. Jack shook as tears ran over his cheeks. He placed his palms over his mouth in an attempt to silence himself as Mark spoke to Felix. Jack didn't want to go home right away in case Mark went to Ireland looking for him, so he was staying at Felix's for a few weeks. Felix nor Marzia minded, they wanted to help Jack.  

"Really? Is he home or...?" Mark asked, hoping Felix would tell him. Felix glanced over at Jack once before shifting from foot to foot. 

"I don't know where he is, sorry Mark." Felix lied again. Panic shot through Mark at that statement, nobody knew where Jack was? What if something was wrong? 

"You don't know where he is? What if he's hurt? What if he needs help?" Mark stressed, panic rising. 

"I know for a fact he's okay. I just talked to him earlier today." Felix lied again, looking at Jack in concern as he slid to the floor crying. Marzia rushed to Jack, wrapping her arms around his torso. 

"H-He talked to you?" Mark asked in disbelief. 

"Yes and he told me he's fine and needs time away. I haven't been able to get ahold of him since." Felix told him, his eyes fixed on Jack. 

"Thanks Felix...I'll let you go. Call me if you see him please?" Mark asked, tears in his eyes. 

"Yeah sure thing buddy." Felix says, hanging up. He moves towards Jack as Jack glances up at him. 

"M-Mark'll figure it out, I can't stay here." Jack stammers. 

"Where else are you gonna go?" Marzia asks worried. 

"I don't know, I'll figure it out." Jack says weakly, moving to get his bag. 

"Jack, you can stay here. I'm worried about you man." Felix says worried as Jack moves to the front door. Jack only smiles a watery smile as he closes the door behind him. 

***

Three harsh raps on the door make Marzia jump as she quickly runs to answer the door. The door swings open to reveal a disheveled Mark as he pushes inside the flat. 

"Where is he?" Mark asks, his voice breaking. Felix comes into view, moving backwards from Mark. 

"I don't know." Felix says softly. 

"Bullshit! He was here, you lied to me!" Mark says loudly, tears running down his cheeks. 

"He was." Felix confirms. 

"Well where is he now?" Mark asks expectantly. Felix glances back at Marzia before he looks Mark in the eyes. 

"Gone."