Markiplier: REBOOT

Episode 13: Close Your Eyes So You Can See

Episode 13: Close Your Eyes So You Can See

Hey guys! I just want to warn you that this is a VERY short filler chapter. I hope it’s awesome nonetheless!

~Elise

Ricky’s POV:

Mark was quiet for a while. He didn’t say much when he did speak, though. It was probably because he felt bad about what happened just a few moments ago. The guy never said much when he was upset, that much I knew. The only one who verbally expressed herself was Ellie.

It wasn’t just because she was a woman (excuse the stereotype) but because she just liked to express herself with words. Well, usually. If something is really bothering her, she shuts herself to the world. Everyone has a way of dealing with their problems and, unfortunately, that was the way she chose the deal with hers.

Mark and I stood side by side, quietly drinking our beers. We were leaning against the railing of the balcony and gazed at the city below us. It wasn’t a fantastic view, considering the fact we were only a story off the ground, but it was still a decent view. Simple but beautiful. A perfect solitude only meant for us.

Mark took another sip of his beer and finally looked me in the eye. “I’ve been short-fused lately…”

“Yeah?” I took a sip of my own and turned to face him. “Why’s that?”

Mark looked out at the city for a moment, silently. “Trust issues… I think.”

“What,” I say, “you don’t trust Ellie?”

Mark rolls his eyes, a little frustrated. “Of course I trust her. I haven’t trusted anyone as much as her since Tom. The trust problem I’m having trouble with… is the trust I have in myself.”

I take another sip of my beer, let it rest on my tongue for a moment to savor the taste and swallow it, mulling over an answer. “What about yourself don’t you trust?”

It was silent for a bit. Mark downed the rest of his beer before he could say the following aloud: “What happens when I freak out to much without thinking about it first? What happens when Sarah—I mean Eileen, as kind and supportive as she is, is finally fed up with my irrationality and just leaves? What will it take and how bad will it get? When will that day come?”

“Mark,” I say slowly, leaning on the balcony, perched on my forearms. “You’re asking all the wrong questions and you’re worrying too much.”

“I’m worrying too much?” Mark says defensively.

I throw a glare his way. “Just shut the hell up and listen to me, will you?”

Whatever Mark was about to say died along with his silence. “You can’t always think so badly about what hasn’t happened yet. What you need to do is let the future stay in the future and let the past remain in the past. By all means, think on the past once and a while to learn from it. Just don’t let it consume you, just like it is now.

“As for Ellie, if she can’t handle you at your worst, she doesn’t deserve you at your best.” I lick my lips and finish off the rest of the bottle. “Besides, so far, I think she’s pretty good for you. You seem happy when you aren’t worried about every last detail in your life. Let things play out and go from there. You don’t know what will happen until it happens. So let it happen when it does instead of trying to deal with something that hasn’t even happened yet. What I’m trying to say is… Hakuna your Tatas!”

Mark laughed at that: A true laugh that rang clearly through the air. I smiled and chuckled a bit myself, realizing how awesome that comment was. I may be an adult now but no one and I mean no one is too old for Disney movies. Me included.

“Seriously? ‘Hakuna your Tatas’?” Mark laughed. “Why the hell didn’t I think of that? I love it!”

I straightened up a little and wore a cocky grin. “Because you aren’t as awesome as me! Just standing there like a loser!”

Mark laughs a little harder.

“Laughing so hard you’re crying… like a looooser!”

“H-Hey!” he manages through his laughing fit. “Stop stealing my lines!—”

“Complaining like a loser!”

Even I was beginning to laugh along with him. Fond memories, silly lines and beer mix well together. It creates plenty of laughs. And who doesn’t like the laughs? No one doesn’t not like the laughs… Jeeze, I hope that came out right. Bet you know what I mean, anyway.

Once the laughter died down, we looked out at the city with the empty beer bottles in our hands. They dangled off the side of the balcony.

“Thanks,” Mark says quietly.

“Any time, buddy. Any time.”

I patted his back and turned towards the door. I gestured to the warm space inside and Mark nodded. My feet carried me inside and Mark soon followed suit. The both of us flopped on the couch but not before getting another beer. Not much else was said. In truth, I didn’t know what to say. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, though. Sometimes nothing had to be said.

Soon enough, Mark was ready to pass out. He went to bed before he did and I was left alone on the couch for a bit. A little later, I caught the sound of Ellie’s feet quietly padding across the hardwood floor. She peaked quietly around the corner and saw it was only me on the couch. A smile grazed her lips for a moment but it faded almost as soon as it had come. “He’ll be fine—you’ll both be fine.”

She nodded her head and scurried back to her room. Her footfalls fell short for a moment, as if she had stopped in front of Mark’s door. But instead, her footsteps faded farther down the hall and stopped altogether once her bedroom door closed.