Immortality ‖ Septiplier

chapter 16

It's been a few weeks since our last date (and my nightmare) and everything was fine, Sean and I still loved each other and nothing seemed to be wrong with our relationship, until now. I needed to tell him I couldn't let myself to continue to lie to him about this huge thing that is me, he was going to come over today so I guess I could tell him.
I tidy up my house making sure it was spotless, cleaning all glass, dusting old furniture, vacuuming twice(to which I got a complaint from the neighbors) and lighting candles and plugging in those Glade's plug ins, I swear it took me hours to figure the damn thing out.(I watched about 3 YouTube tutorials)

The door bell sounded meaning Sean was here and my heart and head where all over the place thinking how to tell him, it's been awhile since I felt like this and I definitely didn't want to lose it, why me, fuck I hate this so much! He comes in then flops down on the couch holding a hand out for me, but I don't sit down with him.
"Sean. We need to talk."

He sits up from the sofa cleaning himself off, he looks so nice in his shirt, and I look him in his frowning eyes.

"What is it, Mark?"
You can do this, you can do this.
"There's something about me that you need to know."

I look up at him from my feet to that same look he was wearing in my dream and I begin to freak breathing heavily, chest collapsing in, feeling attacked, what do I do.

"I-I'm not what. You want."
"What? What are you saying Mark? Are you breaking up with me? I always payed attention and devoted to you, tell me what did I do wrong?"

I can hear the hurt in his voice and the tears welling up in his eyes, fuck this isn't what I wanted. I walk toward him, he shrunk in size as if he was trying to keep his balance, taking him in my arms.
"No! It's not that at all! I love you, Sean! I didn't mean it like that I mean,"
I tried so hard to gather the words, but all my predictions didn't seem right.

"Then what is it please tell me. Your scaring me, Mark."
Sean moves in closer to our embrace nuzzling his face into my chest and sniffles, his tears are hot as they stained my white shirt, his shoulders jerk letting out small whimpers.
"I can't die,"
Jack looks up at me trying to figure out what I said.
"I can't die, I don't age, I don't feel pain, and I don't know if you'll look at me differently or if you'll fear me, because of this. I just want you to know that if you leave me or anything that I'm thankful that I meet you, Sean."

The tears form in my eyes and threaten to fall, but I don't let it, I don't want to show my soft side to him, even if I could lose him right now. I feel a pair of lips press against mine and I see Sean's eyes trailing with tears and mine do the same sobbing in our kiss. I snake my arms around his waist and pull him close to me while I kiss my Irish boy breaking our contact to let cries and laughs of joy escape, his eyes are red and puffy from crying, but his smile showed that he wasn't crying because he was sad.

"You scared me you, goof. I thought you were breaking up with me."
My arms squeeze harder and I pull him closer to me, if that was even possible, to the point where he was standing on his tippy toes.
"How do you even know this, not that I'm saying I don't believe you." He says drying tears with the Navy blue hoodie I love so much, I plant a kiss on his head and lead him by his hand to the kitchen.
He watches me as I move the fridge out of the way taking two suitcases from behind it, he continues to watch with a slightly open mouth, I put the code in and open the first suitcase. Sean has relocated to my side looking over my shoulder into the pile of papers, this is where it begins.

"This is a photo of me while I was still human."
The black and white photo showed a picture of me, smaller and fragile, next to my work buddies. I watched as he held it seeing small parts of the edges break off, he turned it over reading the fine cursive.
"1832?"
"April 12, yes."
"Did you write this?"
I take the old pen from the briefcase and paper writing out Sean's name on the paper with no hassle just like the one written on the back of the photo.
"That's beautiful. And this was your friends?"
"Yes."
He sets the photo down then pulls out a paper older than time, but I doubt that since the Declaration of Independence has been around for years.
"This is your birth certificate? How old are you?"
"I was born 1807, you do the math."
His brows rise as he fits the pieces together of my age.
"You're 210 years old?"
"I've seen a lot, Sean. Some good, some bad."

"Wow, this a lot."

"I'm sorry, but I needed to tell you if we're going to have this relationship."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Within my years I've only told one person: you."
Sean sits back in his chair letting all of this sink in, he looks overwhelmed. I reach out and grab hold of his hand letting him know I'm here, he gives a small grin then fixes his posture pulling his hand from mine.
"Why did you hide all this behind your fridge?"

"So if anyone suspects anything about me it'll be easy to leave."
"What's in the second briefcase?"
I reach over retrieving it then putting in the code, in the case was hundreds of dollars.
"Money, so I can easily get out of the state."
"When was the last time you had to do that?"
"24 years ago."
He sighs.
"Do you think you would do it again?"
"If I did I would take you with me."
He sighs running a hand through his hair.
"You don't have to come with me I would perfectly understand."
Sean stands up slowly from his chair and walks to me sitting in my lap and resting his hands on my shoulders with his head, he sighs.

"There is people here I can't leave."
I snack my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me feeling his chest rise and fall, he's so sweet and soft.
"I understand."
"But listen. That won't happen anytime soon so we'll be alright."