My Boyfriend From Heaven- Septiplier

Eight

Jack's POV
     Jack walked up to the door and knocked. As he stood waiting, he wiped the tears from his face. An older woman opened the door. She had a soft, kind face. She had white hair that Jack could only guess used to be blonde.
     "Hi", she said smiling.
     "Hi. Are you Mark Fishbach's mother?"
     "I am. I'm Jennifer." Sorry guys I tried to find her real name but I couldn't and I wasn't planning on trying hard because that sounded a little creepy.
     "Can I come in? There's something you need to know."
    She nodded and let him in.
    "Coffee?"
    "Yes please. Just black."
     Jen turned on the machine and sat down on the couch. She patted the seat next to her and Jack sat down.
     "So... here's the thing. I am... I was... Mark's boyfriend."
     "Oh. Well, that's wonderful. I just wish Mark had been here with you to tell me."
     With that, Jack let out a small sob.
     Mrs. Edwards, Mark is... he's dead.
     Jennifer gasped and put her hand over her mouth.
      "Ar-are you serious?"
     Jack nodded and felt the tears slip down his face.
     Jennifer let out a wail and leaned her head on Jack's shoulder. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed and cried on Jack's shoulder. Jack couldn't do much to console her, because he was crying as well.
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            A few weeks later
     Jack stood over the casket as he looked down on Mark's face. It was so pale, so lifeless. Jack let out a small sob and looked down. Almost everyone was talking to each other and Jack was the only one still there. Before he knew it, he was having a one-sided conversation with him.
     "Mark, I am so, sorry. I never wanted this to happen to you. I shouldn't have let them kill you. Never. And I swear, on my life, that I will avenge you. I will never forget you, Mark Fishbach. Because I love you. And I will always love you." Jack choked on his last words. And with that, Jack walked away, with the biggest empty hole in his chest he had ever felt.
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     Jack sat down at his computer and turned on his camera. He almost didn't do his intro. But he went through it and started talking.
     "Ok guys. So maybe you know, but, I've lost a dear friend just recently. Markiplier, Mark is dead. He was killed by someone and we don't know who. And... I love him. And he loved me. We loved each other. And now he's gone" Jack could barely say anything anymore. But he pressed forward. "So, I won't be making videos for a while. It'll just be too hard and I'm going to be keeping to myself for a while. I'm sorry and I hope you understand. I'm going on twitter with the hashtag, #MarkMemos and tell me your favorite memories and stories about Mark and we can... reminisce, I guess." Jack sighed and wiped away his tears. "I know you loved Mark as much as I did. And I know he would want us to be happy." Jack did his outro, barely, and didn't edit his video much. And then put it out. Almost immediately, he got twitter messages with great Mark stories and consoling words from people everywhere. Jack eventually got s FaceTime request from Felix. Jack picked up the phone and accepted, not caring how his eyes were puffy and red and he overall looked awful. Jack looked at his phone and saw that Felix was also crying.
     "Hey, Jack. Look, I am so sorry. I had no idea... How did you find out that he died?"
     "Because.... he died in my arms."
     Felix let out a large gasp and covered his mouth with his hand.
     "He... he what? Oh my gosh... Jack..."
     Jack's mind flashed back to when Mark had said to him before he died. All he had said was, "I love you, Sean." Jack let out a huge sob and grabbed what felt like the millionth tissue.
     "He told me he loved me. It was the last thing he said as he died. I felt his blood on my hands. I saw the light drain from his eyes."
     "Jack... I..."
     "Felix, don't."
     Felix nodded numbly. They both sat there, having a moment of silence for their lost friend. Their lost brother. And for Jack, his lost lover. A lover, he would never. See again.