mute man | Septiplier

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                              ∆Jacks POV∆

I turned over and groaned. The place I was on was soft. I didn't wanna get up from where ever I was.

I sat up and rubbed my tired eyes. It was pitch black outside.

A giant door stood in the room that blocked me from the outside world.

The moon shined bright through the beige curtains.

I got up from the soft sheets of the bed as I was completely dressed.

I opened up the door and the wind blew the curtains towards me.

It was cold but welcoming.

It was still damp from the previous rain.

Memories of yesterday came flooding back.

Mark.

His black hair was floofy like a kids would be after waking up.

His chocolate brown eyes were like hot coco on Christmas Eve.

His skin was tan and white.

His clothes showed his personality.

His smile showed something special. Like it was something so sentimental and rare. Like i should hold it and never let it go.

His eyes would flood emotions of wonder.

He covered his soul like it was gold.

Which it was.

He didn't show who he was if you gave only a quick look.

He's different.

But he's good.

It took me a moment to realise I've been sitting out here for a couple minutes.

The wind blew coldly towards me making my jacket slowly rise and blow along with the wind.

I sat crisscross staring at the sky covered in bright stars and the bright white moon covering me.

I sat there in peace.

It was a couple minutes before I actually checked the time.

3:49 AM

It was late. But it was beautiful.

I heard footsteps behind me.

I quickly turned around to see Mark.

I sighed in relif.

He smiled at me with a tired smile.

What are you doing up?

He wrote down on his notebook.

"Oh I just woke up. Did I wake you?"

He shook his head.

Nah I just woke up at some point and couldn't go back to sleep.

He sat down next to me on the deck like place. He was also still fully clothed.

Do you like it here?

He stared at me with his mesmorizing eyes.

"Yeah...of course I do!"

He nodded slightly.

He didn't right anything for a while. He didn't even look at me.

I made food...some dumplings.

He finally wrote down after a long silence.

"Great! I'm starved!" I laughed and stood up.

Go eat. I'll be here.

He wrote down and placed his notebook next to him.

I walked into the house and ran a hand through my hair.

I was starved.

I went into the kitchen and read a note next to a covered up bowl of dumplings.

I made dumplings! Heat them up for 1:35! Goodnight!

I heat them up and ate them.

They tasted nice. And warm.

Mark walked in once I finished eating.

He pointed towards me in a way asking if I liked it.

I nodded and he smiled.

He turned on the TV and patted a spot next to him.

I sat down awkwardly and he put a arm around me dragging me closer to him.

I felt close and safe next to him.

Unlike I have with my old life.

I'm not Sean Mcloughlin.