Jean lay in bed asleep next to his adorable freckle-faced boyfriend. Just like any other night, Marco had stayed awake to watch over Jean. His hand brushed over Jean's cheek gently as he too was slowly being taken in the night.
As he was about to close his eyes, a whimper startled him. It was Jean. "Jean... Wake up" Marco murmured as he gently wiped away the tears that were now making their way down Jean's cheek.
"Don't leave me Marco..." Jean choked, still stuck in his nightmare.
"Please..."
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Goodnight Marco, Goodbye Jean
FanfictionJean is haunted by a nightmare. An image of Marco laying, his head propped on a building. Dead. Half of his face torn off along with his right arm.. Why does it feel so real...?
