Logical《Septiplier》

「Chapter 24」

I'm going to be honest with you. I've been in denial about this whole entire situation. I thought to myself day in and day out, especially at night:

"Don't worry Jack. It had to have been the pain killers. Maybe he just needs time for the memory to piece back together. he'll be fine."

I tried later that day. I got the answer: No Jack, i'm straight.

I tried a day later. No Jack, i'm straight.

I tried a week later. No Jack, i'm straight.

I tried a month later. Just before graduation. No Jack, i'm straight.

Each and every time I asked if he loved me or if he remembered our relationship, it hurt more and more realizing this is the only answer i'll get.

My mom sent in flowers and wrote to me often without father knowing. She has also visited a few times as well, and has tried to comfort me and find ways to make me feel better.

Mark's mom has tried comforting, but she isn't exactly the best. She doesn't know hat to say most of the time.

But it's fine.

At lunch now, Mark has at least one person sitting between us. The distance hurts a lot. Everyone has tried playing it off, but the hurt and awkwardness of it all was to big to ignore.

I hope Sierra got what she wanted. But at least the one memory Mark managed to keep was that Sierra was the biggest fucking piece of shit in this school.

Today is finally the day we graduate. It's also the day where Mark and I's college application results came in the mail. We're saving those for later tonight, I sent a lot out to more distanced areas such as Washington state, Oregon, New York, Nevada, and even Florida. And there's one foreign place; Ireland. My home town.

I wouldn't mind if I got accepted, the
distance would be nice, but the distance from Mark would hurt. But maybe it's what I need.

I stand before the mirror, wearing my cap and gown. A end to another chapter, and a new one is opened.

I look over to the bathroom where Mark is fixing his hair, gelling it back, looking at his handsome features. I look at him longingly, he used to look at me that way.

I feel the tears well, but I blink them back. I don't want to cry, i'll save my tears for a cause that's worth it. I've already wasted too many tears on a lost memory.

I walk into the living room where my mom and Mark's mom were chit-chatting, waiting for us to get ready so we can leave. My mom looks up at me and smiles.

"Jack, you look wonderful. Are you ready?" I nod my head, and I stare at the floor. Mark comes prancing into the room.

"ARE YOU READY TO GET OUT OF HELL JACKABOY!" I look to him who was beaming. I was. But I wasn't. But I couldn't let him know that, could I?

"Y-yeah! I'm excited!" I said trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could to mask away the pain I felt.

Every word he speaks reminds me too much of our relationship, every word he speaks reminds me i'm not his anymore. I want Mark back. the real Mark.

"You boys look adorable. I can't believe my two babies are growing up so fast. Look how handsome." I smile. It's fake. Mark smiles wide and proud.

We all gather into the car, i'm staring out the window the whole time, trying my best to process everything that's going on or has been going on.

When the ceremony began, I was chosen as the grade level speaker for graduation. I was called up, I stand and with shakey legs make my way to the pedestal.