Septiplier Oneshots

Five Minutes of Everything

"Just leave me alone," Jack mutters pulling his body away from Marks.

"Please just listen to me. Please," Mark was begging, his voice frantic as it strained but Jack couldn't not see his fingers ghosting along that whores scalp. "I was drunk okay? Please it won't happen again,"

Jack turns his neck sharply to face Mark. "Once a cheater, always a cheater," he growls. His eyes set stone cold.

"Please don't leave me. I'm your everything. You're my everything. We're everything" Jack freezes. "We're everything". His body shuts down and he feels his blood run cold.

"No," he turns back around, facing the door to leave. "You were my everything," then he opens the door and walks out. The brisk air slaps his face and he intakes a sharp breath, tears now streaming down his face.

Mark was his everything. He was his everything when he sloppily kissed him in the morning. He was his everything when he held his hand at the farmers market. Was his everything when they shared rose gold wine at fancy restaurants but now he wasn't the dirt Jack walked on.

Feeling a hand on his shoulder Jack turns around to see Marks red face. He yanks his hand off his shoulder quick enough you'd think Marks hand was burning. Turning back around he quickens his face, trying not to let Mark see him crying.

"I know you won't ever kiss me again or hold me until the sun rises but just please listen to me for now," Jack stops. "Give me five minutes,"

"Five minutes," he confirms and holding his arms heavily at his sides as salty tears flow down his cheek Jack listens.

"When I first meant you I absolutely can't define the feeling I felt. Love, lust, a crush, I don't know but all I know is that it was different with you," Mark smiles bittersweetly. "I don't think that actually set in until we where lying in bed one month after we started dating and the sun was shining onto your eyes and I remember how much they sparkled and I remember how I felt. I felt like you were my everything and that sounds so stupid like it was one month. One fucking month but I knew then that I loved you. I loved you so hard and so deep that even now, saying this, I still feel the same. I always loved you. It never faded or melted away it was always you," Mark smiles and wipes away the tears running down his face.

"It was always you when it was one o'clock in the morning and I couldn't sleep. It was always you when we laid in the sun, laughing at our own stupid little jokes. It was always you even when we fought and I couldn't be mad at you because I loved you. I mean I love you now even when you just pushed me away screaming," Taking a deep breath Marks stands straighter, trying to smile.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is if one day fifty years from now you're alone and need someone you can call me and I'll still be there, loving you like I never stopped,"
Jack takes a deep breath, looking at his face and his eyes. He looks at the way his brown eyes hold so much bitter compassion and he looks at his hair that he'll miss running his hands through.

Nodding to Mark Jack smiles, tears running into his mouth, leaving his tongue salty. "I'll remember that,"

Then he turns around, walks away and never looks back.