Jack looked out at the line of people waiting to meet him, astonished. This was the last day, and there were more people than ever. There were so many people, but Jack was not going back on his promise. He was going to meet every last one of them. There seemed to be a lot of people in Mark's shirts, and a lot of them were coming from the "Markiplier Appreciation table". Jack knew he'd be here long, but that didn't bother him. He'd met all of the previous fans, and he was going to get through this. He met so many amazing people with so many amazing stories. He also got an abundance of gifts that were so generous. It was around two in the morning when he finished talking to the last person in line. He had met everyone who showed up to Comic-Con. He, surprisingly, wasn't exhausted. He still had some business to attend to.
Seeing as it was insanely early in the morning, there was only a few people around. He walked over to Mark's table. Surrounding the pictures, were hundreds of roses and notes addressed to Mark. There were seven picture frames, one for each year he was on YouTube. The first frame had a picture from his first ever video with a facecam, the seventh showed the last. This should have broken him, but he'd been through so much shit already, he couldn't even fathom the idea of anything else breaking him.
"Hey," Jaycee said, from behind Jack.
"Hey," Jack replied, not taking his eyes off Mark's pictures.
"Jack?" Jaycee asked. "Why are you up so late? Meeting fans again?"
"Yeah,"
"Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?"
"Why are you asking? They have always been important to me," Jack replied, defensively.
"But they've never been this important to you. Important enough to force you to stay up until two a.m. I havn't seen you at all this week, Jack!"
"Jaycee!" Jack half yelled. "This isn't for you! It's for them!"
"I know, but I would like to see my boyfriend from time to time!"
"Jaycee! You're not my top priority right now!"
He regretted those words as soon as he said them, and it seemed like Jaycee wanted to take back her words too, as she quickly apologized. Jack followed her actions.
"Hey Jack?" Jaycee said.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"I'm going to go to bed now. Will you come up soon?" She sounded worried.
"Yeah, I will," Jack replied.
Jaycee left and Jack went back to Mark's table.
Jack was just staring at the table. Not even at the letters, or the roses, or the pictures. Just staring at the red table cloth. Thinking.
Now see, what Jack didn't know, was Jaycee was hiding behind the door, watching him. He didn't even notice her as he bolted past her, running up the stairs.
To the roof.
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Try. {Jacksepticeye}
Fanfiction*Warning, read with caution if you are triggered by, suicide, death, depression, ect.* After the death of his closest friend Mark, Jack is now trying to recover. But it's not as easy as one might think.
