damaged kisses; septiplier

day 5

soudly he slept, mind dwelling on the galaxies, smile as bright as stars, and eyes twinkling behind closed lids. he dreamt of happiness, he dreamt of hope, he dreamt of jack.

those cobalt eyes and that beautiful laugh of is was a dream itself. his hair was like cotton candy, and smile almost as bright as the colour. god did mark love jack.

and so thats why he shot up, reached for his phone, and answered the incoming call from jack, who was absolutely hysterical, hiccups of sadness and sobs of gloom seeping through the speaker.

"mark?"

mark's heart broke, "jack?"

sniffles were heard, "hey, sorry."

"no its alright," mark rubbed his face, wiping away the sleep, "whats wrong?"

jack remained silent, breathing coming out in little gasps. mark, although dreay from being woken up at 3AM, frowned and spoke firm but gentle, "tell me whats wrong."

"i...," jack trailed off, lost in thought as to 'why the fuck did i call him, oh my god jack you worthless shit.' he cleared his throat and grinned, "just wondering if you wanna do a collab?"

"uh," mark ran his hand through his hair, "thats all you need to say?"

"yeah," jack grinned even wider. 'jack you fuck everything up.'

"sure?" mark replied, "jack, really whats wrong?"

jack wipped his eyes, trying to find an answer through tears. he tried finding the answers on broken skin, and the bloody aftermath of destruction. finally, he spoke timidly, "i cant."

"what'd you mean, you cant?" mark asked gently as if jack might break any second.

"i can't," jack's voice broke, "he won't let me."

he? mark sat up straighter, and thought of a way for jack to slip up and refer to 'him' with his name.

"why wont he?" mark spoke quietly.

"he will never let me tell you," jack's sad demenour turned into a hurricane of sobs and sadness, "he'll hurt me, and then i'll hurt myself. i can't mark."

"he will let you tell me," mark's hands trembled only slightly as the thought of jack hurt teared at his heart.

"no!" jack's sobs were louder and violent, curses, sobs, hiccups, and near screaming, "this is him we're talking about, my-."

jack stopped and hung up immediately.

mark clutched his phone tightly, the buzz of the ending call ringing in his ears.

his what?

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sorry again for not updating for a bit. midterm exams are here, and im pretty sure i failed my math one ://

as soon as midterms are over, ill try and update, but no promises !!

-alex