Jack's POV
I walked through the night. The cold cold night, watching my breath appear in front of me. I shivered as the only clothes on my body were jeans and a t-shirt. Then water hit my head. Then it was a full storm. I didn't speed up or slow down. I remained at my pace. I walked into the park and lay on a bench below a tree. The only friend I had was Mark, and he thinks I'm a psycho. My tears stung as they touched my cold skin and made their way on to the bench...
Mark's POV
I walked through the park, in the torrential rain.
"JACK!" I yelled. No response. I started to run, in this weather he's probably freezing to death.
"Jack!" I yelled. I walked to the bench. I just heard a sobbing noise. I saw him.
"Jack? Please come home!" I said, softly.
"Why would you want me to..." he said. The words shattered me.
"Because I love you..." I said. He dived off the bench and hugged me tightly. He was freezing. I gave him my coat and we walked home. As we walked in I gave him a towel and told him to get dry. He agreed and walked to the bathroom. I slid some pyjamas under the door. When he came down we both shared a fleece blanket and fell asleep watching movies and eating junk into the night...
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