I'm here now [SNK Jean x Marco]

I'm here now~ Prologue

I bolt upwards in bed, my sheets falling off the mattress. I have chills running up and down my spine, then spread out into my whole body, tingling my fingertips. I didn't realize it before, but I was covered in sweat and my tank top and pajama pants were clinged onto me. I breathe heavily, trying to remind myself that it was just another one of those dreams. No.. not just a dream, these aren't dreams, they're nightmares. Nightmares that haunt me each night. And this one felt so real, so real it frightened me. I could hear him perfectly fine, and see him. That pefect smile of his. That perfecft laugh of his. I just wanted to reach out and hug him, never let him go. But I'm too late now, aren't I? I look around to see all the other boys sleeping in their beds, peacefully. There was one missing, but I didn't really care to think about it much. Quietly and slowly, I climb out of bed and uncling my pajamas from me as I walk out of the room and into the outside world. I put my hands on the railing of the porch and lean on it, setting my weight on it, taking a look around. The outside world ..why does everyone think the outside world can solve problems? Do you see someone depressed and sad walk outside then magically turn into the happiest person in the world? No, you don't. Nothing can help my feelings. What feelings do I have anyways? Am I grateful he is in a better place? Am I sad he's gone, gone forever? My thoughts were interrupted by a slight clearing of the throat. I look to the left, where the source of the sound is coming from. Oh, him. What's he doing out here? Oh right, one of the beds was empty. He asks, "What are you doing out here?".

"I could ask you the same thing", I reply.

"I can't sleep. You?".

"No.. not really". There's a bit of awkwared silence between us. "I'll leave you alone now.." He says as he shuffles back into the room, arms crossed. "Night, Jaeger.", I say to him.

Geez, I don't really notice anything anymore. I stand outside a little longer, listening to the night's noises. There's crickets chirping, and animals rustling about. I wonder how long my crisis will last? I chuckle at the thought, a life time. It will last a life time. I head back inside, because I was starting to get cold, and slide back into my bed, picking up the sheets off the floor, but end up balling them up together and pushing them out of the way. I lay on my side, wondering what I should do for the next, what? Four hours, or something. I actually surprisingly start to doze off, but right before I do pass out, I hear a slight whisper. No, it wasn't a whisper, It was a voice, but a very soft, and gentle one. It repeated over, and over, and over, "It's ok ." and I could've almost sworn to my mother that I heard the voice choking back a wave of tears, and my Name," ..Jean".