GIF Imagines about you and some epic people who make videos on YouTube for a living. I hope you guys like this series of GIF imagines.
Here are some of the youtubers that will be featured on here:
• Mark Fischbach (markiplier)
• Sean (jack) McLoughl...
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MARK WHEN he finds out that you have cancer
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You dial your best friends number, and click the call button. You bring the phone up to your ear, tears falling down your cheeks at a fast pace.
"Hello?" His deep voice says through the speaker when he answers.
"Hey, Mark."
"Oh, hey y/n, what's up?"
"Can you come over... I need to talk to you." You say, another tear rolling down your cheek as you hold the paperwork in your hands.
"Yeah sure. I'll be there in like thirty minutes. Are you okay?" He asks, concern laced in his voice as well as confusion to why you asked him to come over.
"No."
"What? why? What happened? Never mind, sorry, I'll find out when I get there. I'll hurry, okay?"
"Mhmm. Bye."
You hang up the phone and it falls out of your hand, landing on the carpeted floor below you.
You fall to your knees, loud sobs escaping your lips as you read the big bold letters on the paper: CANCER
Mark arrives at your apartment after what feels like hours of waiting, but was only really thirty two minutes, and he knocks on the door.
You get up off of your spot on the floor and shuffle over to the front door, unlocking it and opening it.
As soon as Mark's eyes land on your tear stained face and blood shot eyes he pulls you into a tight hug, causing you to break down in tears again.
He guides you over to the couch and sits you down. After a few minutes he finally is able to get you to stop crying.
"Y/N, what happened?" Mark asks worriedly, taking your hands in his.
You look over towards the papers scattered on the floor. He understands and gets up to grab the papers.
He sits back down next to you and reads each paper carefully, tears falling from his eyes onto the papers.
"Y-you're dying?" He asks through sobs.
You nod, your eyes burning as more tears roll down your cheeks.
He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. You hug him back, holding onto his red flannel tightly as you sob into his shoulder.
Neither of you didn't understand how this could have happened, even though the papers said exactly how you were dying, that didn't change the fact that the two of you had no idea how you would live without the other.
You loved him, and he loved you.
You were best friends.
You were his rock, and he was yours.
You were two pieces of a puzzle.
But soon that puzzle would be missing a piece. It will be incomplete.
