Jacksepticeye Imagines

The End.

Before I say anything, I have a new book up, it's a photography book and I do encourage every single beautiful one of you to go check it out.

But thank you so much, every single one of you, for reading my book to this sad end chapter.

This chapter is for every single of you that's been with me through this long journey. I hope this last chapter satisfies your need for Jacksepticeye fanfiction until you go look at my new photography book, which is going to be the book I'm gonna work on for the next while.

Anyway, onto the sad ending to a great book.

"Jack?" I asked as he opened his eyes. He glanced from me to himself, and then the hospital room.

"What...." His voice was dry, like he hadn't talked in years, "What happened? Where am I?"

"You're, um....." I felt like I couldn't truly voice my worry. But I made myself finish my sentence. I, at least, owed him that.

"You're in the hospital," I told him before I added, "Again."

"Again?" His eyebrows raised up, "What for this time?"

I sighed. I had to tell him eventually. He was going to find out sooner or later. I....

"Hey," he raised my chin up with his fingers, which were blackening as we speak. He didn't seem to notice.

Tears filled my eyes and I used all my strength not to let them fall.

He saw them and his face softened with concern, "What's wrong?"

I turned away. I couldn't tell him and look at him at the same time.

"You're going to die," I said emotionlessly, though feeling a slight pain in my heart after the words hung in the air for a moment.

I could hear the gears turning in his head. I could hear the indecision in his quiet voice.

"I...." His sentence dropped off a cliff and fell into the depths of my breaking heart. I wish there was an easier way to tell him, but the doctor said....

"What's the prognosis?" Jack asked. I smiled because at least he was trying to be humorous, I guess.

"The doctor said that...." I zoned off for a second before I continued, "that your heart is bound to stop any day now."

His baby blue eyes widened and I felt my own heart almost halt for a second.

I leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. His eyes begged for me to explain. But I refused to.

I turned away and walked out of the hospital room.

It wasn't even a week before Jack passed. The doctor said that his last words were, "I failed her." That broke my heart, it truly did....

I arrived at the funeral and stepped out in a draped black dress that Jack had bought for me for one of our first dates a lifetime ago. Now, I wear it to the party celebrating his demise.

The sermon was boring, I barely paid attention. I could only think about the last moment I looked at him and saw the fear in his eyes, when he realized that he was going to die.

Tears dribbled into my lap before I heard my name called from the podium.

I looked up. The pastor was staring right at me.

"Do you have some things to say?" He asked.

Wordlessly, I rose from my seat and crossed to the stage. I stood behind the podium and opened my mouth, letting whatever I thought spill out my mouth.

"I'm not gonna be cliche and say that Jack was kind and well-loved, even though he was both those things and more. He would have given his whole life up to keep every one of his friends and family safe." I spotted Jack's family in the crowd. Even though Hack once told me that they'd never truly told him that they loved him, their tears of the current moment proved they did.

I spotted Mark, Wade, and Bob in the crowd and forced myself to go on.

"I didn't meet Jack as far back as Mark Fischback and the rest of that awesome group of friends did, but I knew him just as well." Mark smiled and nodded at my reference of their names.

I stared straight forward again, "Jack wasn't always his best, but when he did, he did the damnest greatest things that this world has ever seen. And for that, we all have him to thank.

"There's nothing that we loved more than a good laugh, which he gave us with his wonderful YouTube channel and his hilarious content.

"If Jack were here, he would tell us not to cry, not to fret, for there will always be a new tomorrow. And on that next tomorrow, we will remember and honor the great man known as Sean McLoughlin." I closed my eyes and my mouth, for I couldn't go on. I squinted my eyes shut, squeezing the rest of my tears from my system.

The night after the funeral, I cried more, wishing that Jack were still in his side of the bed, snaking his skinny arms around my waist like he used to do.

I close my eyes and I feel all the breath leave my body.

I see a bright light before me and, mark my words, I see Jack smiling before me. He hold out a golden hand.

"Hello again."

The end.