Tempus Fugit {Who Killed Markiplier}

~Sick~

Yet another month passed. Mark called one or two times to make small talk, but nothing more. The Colonel had come grumbling to me early in the month about Mark asking for forgiveness. He wasn't sure what to do; which was why he came to me. I told him he should at the least tell Mark that he would forgive him, even if he did not. Still, I didn't know if either of us had made the right choice.

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On the morning of October 10th, I fell ill. Celine came rushing to the house, where she stayed to take care of me. I made her call Damien and tell him not to come by so I wouldn't make him sick as well. But of course, he showed up later that afternoon.

I was lying in bed when the knock on the door echoed over the tall ceilings. I faintly heard Celine grumble from downstairs, then the heavy door creaked open. I heard two voices mumbling incoherent words, then a pair of tennis shoes stomping up the spiral staircase. Suddenly the top half of Damien's face popped up at the opening of my stairs. I cracked a smile. "What're you doing you weirdo?" I asked with a hoarse chuckle. "Admiring my contagious girlfriend from a safe distance." he replied cheekily. I laughed and threw an empty box of tissues at him. "Rude."

He smiled and emerged from the stairs. I let out a dry gasp when I saw that he was wearing his University sweater. "You're wearing the-"

"I know you like it when I wear it. I hoped it was make you feel at least a little better. How are you feeling, by the way?"

"Shitty. It hurts to move."

He frowned. "Celine said it was bad, but I didn't know to what extent. Is it that horrible?"

I gave a weak nod. "Unfortunately."

He pulled my desk chair next to my bed. "Mark is hosting a poker night tonight." he said, "He hoped you'd be there but.."

"I'm a bit bed-bound at the moment." I finished. He snorted. "Yeah, that. I assume Celine is staying with you?"

"Yeah. did he invite her too?"

Damien fidgeted in his seat. "No.. I think he tried but she swiftly turned him down. I don't think he's too happy either." I furrowed my eyebrows. "I dunno.. He seemed to have a 'forgive and forget' attitude when I saw him last month." He shrugged. "Who knows."

He glanced at his watch. "I'm sorry I couldn't stay long love. I just wanted to come and check on you before I lose my mind and money in poker tonight." I laughed, then violently coughed, which in turn made my lover laugh. "Not.. funny.. Asshole!" I laughed, pausing to wheeze and cough after every word. "My apologise. I'd prefer it if you didn't die on me just yet. I'll need you to help me bring back my sanity when I see you next."

I smiled. "You'll be fine puer amans. Go have fun. I'll see you soon." He stood and slipped off the University sweater. "I probably won't be able to see you for a while since I don't want to get sick, but you can keep this with you for the time being. Get well soon Invidia." I giggled at the old nickname. He blew me a kiss, then started back down the stairs.

Suddenly I got a weird feeling in my chest; the feeling that something bad was going to happen. "Damien!" I called out. He reappeared. "Yes?"

I paused. "I.. I love you." I said tentatively. He gave me the loving, gentle smile I had fallen so hard for. "I love you too Iris." he replied. Then he disappeared down the stairs for the last time.

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