The truth shouldn't hurt

Leaving

Mark

They did some tests on me, they were rigged. I was so nervous, they think I'm insane. I'm not, Jack has helped me. These places are designed to make the marginally sane, go insane. There's no way out.
Luckily Jack has been with me every day he can. It'll be easier in the summer, which starts next week. I realized after the case that maybe I am worth something. Jack still wanted to be with me, he still loved me. According to my psychiatrist, I've been improving, there was hope.

Jack

417, 419, aha, 421. I was right outside of Mark's room. I walked inside, the room was a nice pale blue color. Mark was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. I laid down next to him and he instantly wrapped his arms around me.
"How's my Jackaboy doing?"
"Miserable without you."
"Oh, Jack, one day they'll see that I'm fine and let me free from this cage."
"Does your mother know you're here?"
"She came about an hour ago saying she was sorry. She said that she thought I needed help earlier but she didn't want to stress me out."
"I'm sorry too, you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me."
"We've been over this, sometimes life is just unfair."
Tears were threatening my eyes, he didn't know how right he was. "About that..."
"What's the matter?"
"I'm moving back to Ireland for a few years."
"What! When are you leaving?"
"Today."
"Why are you telling me now then!"
"I didn't want you to worry. I wanted to cherish our moments, without feeling like I was running out of time."
"What will I do now? I need you!"
"I don't know, but I'll come back!"
He seemed angry, no sadness, just pure rage. "You should leave, you gotta catch your flight."
"Mark..."
"Go!"
He shoved me out of the bed and I ran out the door with tears streaming down my cheeks. I hurt him, and that hurt me. No goodbye, no hug, and no kiss, just silence and anger.

Mark

It was too good to be true. He didn't love me he was leaving now. I probably drove him away. There's no hope for me. He'll forget me, but I won't forget him, unless...

Jack

I got on the plane alongside my mother. Even with all my protests we still had to go back. My aunt had died and my mother needed time over there to cope. I couldn't stay in America by myself with no family. It's be easier to finish my schooling in Ireland and move back after I get a degree. Even with that plan I was worried because none of it mattered if I never saw Mark again. I Have to come back, see him, tell him how much I love him. If come back in five years, it'll be for Mark. I'll keep him going.

Mark

He said he'd give me a reason to live, a reason to keep going. That's when I truly fell in love with him, down on the beach. He was supposed to be the warmth that surrounds me. He was supposed to be the sweetness in my mouth. He was supposed to be the beauty within my sight, now he's leaving. Along with all that kept me alive.

A/N : sorry for the short chapter that changes view a lot. Have you been getting sick of these a/n's, well you won't have to deal with them now because this is the end of the story. Great, right? This was an incomplete idea to begin with, so if course the whole thing ends incomplete. Sequel? Maybe. Hope you've enjoyed!