Red for Love : Septiplier Story

Maybe

For all of my beautiful readers. Enjoy. No smut today.  ○3~    -wink with kiss face-

Mark POV

I was slightly over joyed to see he had turned instead of turning away. My slight grin, I hoped, would go unocticed. "They're okay.." I replied. I saw him eye the ground next to him then back at me. I assumed he wanted me to sit there and so I did. My jeans would probably get dirty but I completely didn't care. I wanted his comfort. I leaned back on my arms. Not noticing my sleeves rolling up.

Jack POV

I gaxed at Mark and his features again. A yearning feeling was in my heart and I could barely feel it. But, a feeling of betrayal was still there too. As I Gazed at his features as he leaned back into tree I noticed his sleeve ran up. His arms were so pale... and.. red? I took a closer look. "So.... did you already have breakfast or somethin?" He asked trying to spark up something. "Yeah.. But, I guess we could go on the swings." I said kinda curious. He nodded slightly and began to stand, takin my extended hand. But I fooled him. I turned my hand and grabbed his wrist, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal........ oh my god........

His entire arms was full of cuts. Slashes on his wrists slightly faded. A deep gash was on his elbow. "M-Mark.... what is this...?" I looked at him horrified. My love for him never faded. And it hurt to see this, more than it did to see him cheating. I looked into his mortified eyes that had tears laced in them. Pain and sorrow glinted back at me as I realized he never did move on. I never moved on. His eyes started to water and his arms trembled. He fell forward into my arms and I stood in shock as he hugged me tightly. I felt pity and sadness. I hugged him back gently and coaxed him to the swings. We swung quietly as he sat with his head down, eventually I was fed up with the silence. "Why? Why would you do that to yourself?" His grip on the swing tightened as he stuttered. "I-I...." I looked at him as he turned his red face to me. His eyes red and puffy from tears. "I felt t-that I d-didn't have a-a-anyt-thing else to l-live for..." He looked at the blue sky. "Y-You w-were everything t-to me Sea-.... Jack..." I got up from my swing and pointed his face to me. Doing something I wasn't sure I was going to regret. Or absolutely enjoy.

I leaned my face closer to him and gently kissed him, as our lonely lips connected for the first the first time in what in seemed to be ages, his hand gently held my hand that was settled onto the swing.   My heart skipped 2 beats. "Mark~?" A voice called. Mark's eyez widened as he rushed me underneath the slide. He shushed me. "My little puppy you know you can hide from Master~" as the voice and steps faded Mark gazed at me. I took a peek at the person walking away and came to realize it was Matt. All this time he had kept Mark. "h-hes been hunting me jack.... what if he finds out about this?" He whispered. His eyes pleading to me. "He won't. We will get away Mark. And this time, together." I held his hands and kissed him again. Keeping out hands together like they were glued and rushed to Cry's house that we shared. I pulled Mark inside after checking no one saw us, and then locked it. I placed him into the couch and relaxed. It was 12 o clock. Cry gets home at 3. Oh boy... Mark sighed and leaned into me. "Jack.... did you really move on?" I looked at him shocked. "What?" He sighed and slightly smiled. "Cry...... I never texted you anymore because I would text Cry. I would ask about you and he's always tell me what you'd be up too." He rambled. "I'd be so worried. And one day he said you had packed all of your pastel clothes and stopped liking.... well, guys. And my heart sank  knowing it was my fault. I'm sorry..." I soothed him and rubbed his shouldar. "I never really moved on.... I always told myself I did, but..... it was lies. I was afraid of getting hurt again so I changed and became the one who hurt others. And in the end, I hurt people for nothing..." I gazed at his arm. "Let me clean that for you." I got up and grabbed a med kit and began to clean and patch up his arm. And once I was done I kissed it to make him feel better. "Jack?" I looked at him. "Yeah?" His eyes seemed hopeful. "Could we get back together?" I smiled and held his hand. "Maybe," I winked.