Markiplier one-shots/imagines

Letting Go (Trigger)

-Mark's P.O.V-

I opened the door to the house I owned with y/n. I slammed it behind me, obviously frustrated with how my day was going. Y/n was sitting on the couch, playing on her phone. I sighed out and run my hands through my hair.

"What's for dinner?" She looked up, surprised that I spoke to her. It's been about a week. She looked depressed.

"Mark, can we talk?" I nodded and sat beside her.

"What's up?"

"Mark, I've been feeling really sad lately. We don't get along anymore. It's been hell for the passed few months and I know you can agree. We aren't compatible anymore and I think it's time to let go..." Y/n say with a tear rolling down her cheek.

"No! What are you talking about? Letting go? What do you mean?"

"Letting go, as in, we can't be together again. You're not mine to be with and I don't know if we ever were supposed to be together." My heart was beating out of my chest. She took a breath and continued.

"Sometimes, you have to take a long look in the mirror and ask yourself, 'is this what I need?' And I decided, it's not what I need. No matter how many times I thought this through, it always came back to it being a want. I'm holding you back, Mark. YouTube is what's important to you and I'm keeping you from that. We need to just let go... So, this is me letting you go to achieve your dream, without me in it..." I was in tears.

"You can't do this to me! I love you too much to let you go, y/n! I'll quit YouTube, I'll go to counselling, I'll help you around the house more! I'll do whatever you want! Please, baby, don't leave." She only shook her head. It hurt to keep back the sobs. This feels worse than the passed months. She's actually going to leave, isn't she?

"Mark, I'm sorry, I really am, and I love you so fucking much that it hurts me on a daily to know that I'm hurting your career. I have my bags packed and y/f/n said I could stay with her. You can have this house. You can have more space..."

"I don't want more space, I want you! We can get better!"

"How would we undo all that's happened?! There's too much going to just forget about it. We can't go through this anymore and you know it. I know it. I clutch the couch cushion beside me and wipe away tear that were streaming down my cheek. She gave me a hug and held me for a sweet minute. My world is crumbling below me. She let go and went to the room, probably grabbing her things. She walked out of the room and then out of the front door. I broke down. My chest was aching, my throat was burning, my head was throbbing. I walk to the room and lay on the bed, still crying. She's really gone. After all we've been through, she's leaving. I put my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled out the letter. Positive.

Mr.Fischbach,

We're sorry to inform you that you have

tested positive for cancer. Through some tests,

there's a possibility that it could go away.

Our condolences,

Bakersfield hospital

What's the point in living? I'm probably going to die anyway. I wipe my tears and get up, going to my closet. There it is. The black suit that y/n got me for my birthday. I've only wore it once and that was when I was trying it on. Good enough. I take it off of the hanger and quickly put it on. I grab a pen and y/n's old notepad, ripping a page out. I press the pen down and the page, creating a ink blob. Here goes nothing. After I finish the notes, I grab my camera, telling the subscribers what's happening.

-Time skip-

Jack,

We've been friends for awhile and I'm writing this because it's the end for me.

It's been really bad lately and that's why I've been treating y/n like shit.

I just really need you to tell her how much she meant to me after I'm gone.

I need you to remind her that she meant the world to me and she always has.

Thank you so much, Sean.

Y/n,

Where do I begin? I love you. I never told you that enough. You are so special to me.

I wish I could tell you in person why I was so depressed. I went to the doctors last month.

I have cancer. Why let cancer kill me when I can go out by my own terms? I have the note and I always carried it around so you wouldn't know. Sean knew about it, but no one else. I'm sorry babe. Again, I love you. Goodbye.

I laid the cancer diagnosis on the notes and got the rope that I always had in the closet along with the chair. I tied the rope and slipped it over my neck, This will all be over soon. Then, it all went black with faded screaming.

-Y/n's P.O.V-

My phone made the notification sound. I was at the gas station, so, i decided to check. New from 'Markiplier.' I'm sorry. I tap the video and it opens to him crying. He explains what happened and said it was over. I was freaking out and I got in the car, going back to his house. While driving, I did something I knew that was smart, but stupid at the same time. I got on my phone and dialed 911. My eyes were on the road the whole time. I got in the yard and ran into his house.

"MARK!" I ran to our room and gasped. he was hanging there. I somehow managed to get him down and I laid him on the floor.

"Mark! Answer me!" I shake him and I hear footsteps. They're here. The paramedics rush him out and put him on the gurney. I get in the ambulance bus with Mark and the paramedics. They drive down the road fast until we get to the hospital. They rush him in and get him to a room. I sit back in the waiting-room and wait for news about him. About an hour later, the doctor walks to me.

"You can see him now." I stood up and followed the doctor to his room. The doctor leaves Mark and I and I just sit by Mark.

"How are you feeling, Mark?"

"Like shit, how about you?"

"Disappointed, depressed, sorry. You could have told me. I would have understood and stayed with you. I thought we were growing apart..."

"No, I was just scared. I wanted you to hate me so when I died, it wouldn't impacts you... I wanted what was best for you. But when you left, I couldn't handle it."

"You're what's best for me. I love you. Look, we can get you the chemo therapy that you need. Baby, we can do this." He reaches out and grabs my hand in tears.

"Promise?"

"With all my heart. I love you."

"I love you too, y/n."

Epilogue-

Mark get better and was cancer free from the chemo. Him and y/n fixed all the problems that were in their life and Mark proposed. She said yes and they had a baby boy.

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Happy ending, am I right? No? So that was my chapter that I have for tonight. Remember when I tried to write one a day? What the hell was I thinking? Anyway, thank you guys for reading and I will see you in the next chapter. BU-BYE

~Chey