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This Is Goodbye (SEPTIPLIER)

Part 2 of "Battle of Hearts". Requested, hope anon enjoys it. xx~ 

Warning: GET THE TISSUES IT'S GON BE A TEARY ONE. >.< 

Also a little note at the end that I want you guys to read. <3 thnx 

Song: Love You Goodbye by One Direction 

~DaNi

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It's been 8 months. Mark remembers this clearly. He's been counting each and everyday. He watches all of Jack's new video's, just to make sure he's okay. It kills Mark to see Jack doing so well, even though it shouldn't. Jack doesn't look upset in the slightest, and he describes their break up as 'going their own ways' and that the viewers shouldn't be worried because him and Mark are 'still really close friends'. Mark always scoffs at that video, do friends not talk for months and months on end? Sometimes he picks up his phone and dials Jack's number, in hopes that one day he'll finally be unblocked. During this time Mark has tried so desperately to move on like Jack wanted him to, but he can't. How can he? Jack never said anything, he never even said goodbye! Nobody ever even compares to Jack, nobody could reach that level in Mark's mind. Mark is still so painfully in love with Jack and he can't take this anymore. He thinks about Jack every single day, and often has to fight the urge to fly out to Ireland. Mark groans, resting his head back against the headboard, wishing Jack would of at least let him keep something. A t-shirt, jacket, anything. He needs to smell Jack's cologne and feel his warmth. He needs to be near Jack, he needs it. Mark never tries to reach out to Jack, since he isn't blocked on any social media. Mark doesn't know why he doesn't try, maybe he's afraid that if he does Jack'll block him. He needs to see Jack somewhere, to see his bright smile, or his gorgeous blue eyes. Mark needs to see his dumb tweets and stupid jokes, he needs to be able to laugh every once in a while. Mark doesn't even try anymore, not even with Felix. He's so tired and his heart aches so much that all he can do is hope and pray that someday, Jack will come back to him. 

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Jack stands still, outside the door. He needed to do this, for Mark. His heart feels like it's being squeezed to death. His mouth hangs dry as he raises a shaky fist. 8 months. He should have left a note, or called him. He thought it would be easier for Mark if he just left, but it made it 10 times harder than he thought. He loved Mark more than anything, and Jack was doing this in the hopes that someday Mark will find someone who he's happy with. Jack knew him and Mark were too poisonous together. There was too much screaming, crying, and heartbreak. It hurt more to be with Mark, with how dysfunctional they were, than it does to be without him. Jack knocked on the door, bracing for what was to come. The door swung open to reveal Mark, who stopped dead when he saw Jack. Jack smiled a small smile at him. 

"Hi Mark." He said casually, as tears began to well in Mark's eyes. 

"Y-You came back." Mark stammered, feeling so many different emotions. 

"I came to talk Mark." Jack explained, moving inside the house. Mark nodded frantically as he shut the door behind him. 

"Of course, whatever you want." Mark said, shifting from foot to foot. 

"Do you want to sit down?" Jack asked and Mark nodded, both of them moving to the couch. Jack clasped his hands together, trying his best to keep his facade on. He needed to look strong, crying was not an option. 

"Mark, I came to talk to you about something." Jack said seriously, causing panic to run through Mark's chest. 

"S-Sure what is it?" Mark asked, fidgeting slightly on the couch. 

"I came to talk about what happened, 8 months ago." Jack explained. 

"When you left me?" Mark asked, not meaning it to sound so bitter. Mark was sure Jack had good reason, maybe he's here to fix everything and come back to him. 

"Yeah, when I left you." Jack said, running a hand through his hair. 

"Mark, I'm not here to come back." Jack said, causing Mark's eyes to widen. 

"Then why are you here? To hurt me?" Mark exclaims, hurt. 

"I came here to do what I should have done 8 months ago. To say goodbye." Jack told him, looking over at him. 

"W-Why? Sean I love you! Fuck I love you! Why are you doing this? We can fix us, I can fix us." Mark says, beginning to beg. Jack slowly shook his head, standing from the couch. 

"We can't. All we do is hurt each other. Mark I can't hurt you like that anymore, I can't hurt like that anymore." Jack tells him calmly, keeping his composure. 

"I can change baby! I will change, just please don't walk out that door. Not a second time." Mark pleads as Jack moves to the door. Jack places his hand on the door handle, and he looks back at Mark. 

"Know that I'm doing this for you. You will always hold a very special place in my heart. Mark I will always remember the good times we had, and we did have good times. Please just let us go okay? It's better this way." Jack tells him calmly, but Mark is having a breakdown. 

"S-Sean please. I'll do anything. Why would you come back to just leave again? It's mean, it's not fair! I can't just move on. I love you so damn much! I was okay, I was hopeful, why did you have to come back, if you didn't want me back?" Mark asked through tears.

"So that this time, you can see me leave. I won't be just a ghost that slipped away, leaving you hopeful that I'd come back. I want you to move on, you needed for me to say goodbye. I'm giving you closure Mark." Jack says, still remaining calm. 

"I don't want closure! I want you!" Mark cries, gripping his roots. 

"Goodbye Mark. I will always love you." Jack tells him softly, opening the door and closing it behind him. Mark remains frozen for a moment before he rushes to the door and yanks it open. He sees Jack close the door to his taxi, before it takes off. He runs to the end of his driveway as he watches helplessly as it disappears into the horizon. 

He stands motionless because he knows that this time, Jack wont come back. This was goodbye. Mark realizes the hard way that everything good in this world always ends. Nothing lasts forever, no matter how much you love someone that doesn't mean they wont leave you. That's the nature of the world, the best things always get ripped apart. 

And as Mark stands in his driveway, he can feel a hot knife, slowly twisting and digging into his already battered heart. 

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~Danielle