For Forever (Septiplier)

For Forever

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Funeral, suicide mention, food, hospital, doctors, crying, homesickness, broken arm, depression, medication mention, bad writing

Mark's POV

It felt like the sun was taunting me, being so bright and beautiful on such a dreary day. It should've stormed, like in the movies, to match the tears and sobs of the people surrounding me. It would've been more of a hassle if it'd rained, but the sun just didn't feel right for the solemn mood of the day.

In anger, I squinted my eyes and looked at the sun. The longer I stared, the more the sun seemed to look back. Something about it changed my mood, and I looked away.

The glare of said sun on the coffin in front of me caught my eye and sparked a memory in me.

*****

I woke up feeling tired, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. Every day recently left me feeling exhausted from start to finish, no matter if I took my medication or not. So I'd stopped taking it altogether. Every day felt the same to me, I couldn't even remember what day it was. It was somewhere in either the end of May or early June. I could barely find the motivation to move to get out of bed, so I just laid there. After a few minutes of that, I grew bored and grabbed my laptop to see if that would provide entertainment.

The moment I logged in, I saw that I had an email. I opened it. It was from Jack, reading:

Wanna hang out today?

A smile instantly lit up my face. I responded:

When and where?

It took a few minutes, but he messaged back telling me to meet him on the trail as soon as possible.

I smiled wider and jumped out of bed. I got ready in record speed, not even bothering to get breakfast on my way out the door. Within ten minutes of walking to the trail, he was in my sight.

He was leaning against a tree, one foot propped up against it, a cigarette in his mouth, staring at the trees above him. His fading green hair fell in his eyes and his ever-prevalent hoodie hung on his shoulders loosely. My heart jumped when I saw him, walking just a bit faster to meet him. He must've heard the crunching of leaves under my feet because his head turned towards me and he smiled.

Putting out the cigarette and putting it in his pocket for later, he waited for me at the tree. "Hey, Slowpoke! Hurry the f*ck up, I got plans!" His accent was always more noticeable when he yelled.

Laughing a bit, I jogged up the hill to where he was standing, and the second I was next to him, he started walking down the trail, me still walking next to him.

"And what would these plans be?" I asked.

"Well first, have you eaten anything yet?"

"Nah I'd just woken up when I saw your email. Figured we could get some a la mode or something." A certain gleam in his eyes appeared at my words and he smiled. He'd always loved sweets, he had a particular fondness for cookies and cake, but ice cream was another one of his favorites.

"My plans can wait for that, let's go!" He grabbed my hand and started running, dragging me to the ice cream shop a couple of miles up the road.

He sat me in a booth, "to save it so no one else takes it" even though no one else in their right mind would be at an ice cream shop at 9 in the morning, while he ordered the ice cream for the two of us. By that point, we'd done this so much he already knew my order since I usually always get the same thing. He sat across from me and slid my double scoop across the table, already digging into his ice cream.