Chapter 23

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*3 Weeks Later*

I finally found my own place. Turns out, Ethan's neighbors moved out a month ago and the place hadn't been sold yet. I ended up buying it, being my only option other than being miles away from everyone and the office.

I had to quit my job as a teacher in England and went back to being a full time YouTuber. It was nice to be back into my old job and to still have as many -more, in fact- subscribers before I got my other job.

I moved in just fine with all new furniture and all my clothes from England. I did still miss Jack as a friend, but maybe we could work things out and be friends again. I kept the one picture of us that I kept on my bedside table.

It was the picture Michael's little sister Nichole, who's 2 years older than me, took of me and Jack during the chicken fight. It was at the moment we were looking into each other's eyes while I was one his shoulders. It was my favorite.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I clicked post on my video. I was waiting for it to upload when I heard the front door open.

"Ethan? Is that you?" No answer. "Mark?" I stood up and nervously walked out of my recording room. "Hello?"

I couldn't see anybody. I heard a floorboard creek behind me and swung myself around. Someone was there, I didn't look at their face and I just swung a fist at them.

They dodged it and hugged me. I pushed them away from me, still not looking at their face as ran outside to escape.

Who was it?

I ran over to Ethan's house and I almost knocked on the door. The person wrapped an arm around mine to keep me from knocking. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't know who they were or if they would hurt me.

They turned me around but covered my eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked.

They moved their hand away from my eyes. I knew who it was. I remember that face. I'd recognize it anywhere. But why was he here?

Ethan opened his door, obviously knowing I was here, and ready to say something, but stopped himself. I didn't even look at him, I was too focused on the man who ruined my whole life.

"Dan?"

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