2:22pm
"How does it look?" Mark stretches his long legs. Black jeans hug Mark's slim legs.
"Tight." I respond with a chuckle.
"That's the point." Mark giggles. "Is it too tight?" He looks down at his legs and raises his navy blue jacket.
My eyes catch a slight glimpse of his pale stomach. The waistband fits his small waist perfectly.
"No. It's perfect." I smile.
Mark smiles shyly.
"Good!" He chirps. Then, he walks back into the dressing room to try on another pair of jeans.
We're at the mall trying on new jeans for Mark to wear. Mark is constantly losing weight, his clothes don't fit like they used to.
He eats fruits, rice and vegetables, nothing else really. His stomach can't digest heavy foods anymore. It hurts to say but...his stomach is failing.
His entire body will fail...
No.
Not yet.
I hope, no, I pray that his body won't fail. Not yet. Please God, keep Mark up for a bit longer. Hold him up and let him walk this world for just a bit longer.
I don't care how small he gets, I'll always love Mark. I don't even care if nobody else understands how beautiful Mark is, he's still the most beautiful human I've ever laid my eyes on.
He's a gorgeous angel.
"Jackson?" Mark's face appears in front of mine. His unruly black hair covers his eyes and his bright, brown eyes stare into mine with concern.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." I smile. My eyes drift to the new pair of jeans that hug his curved hips.
"These are nice." My finger interlocks with the belt loop of his pants and I pull his body closer to mine.
I stuff my face into his stomach and hug his body. My arms wrap around his waist and my face burrows into his warm stomach.
"What's wrong?" Mark strokes my hair as I embrace him.
My hand droops from its position on his waist and slides to the curve of his butt. I squeeze the soft, squishy yet firm, flesh.
"J-Jackson!" Mark sounds flustered.
My hands glide to his thighs and I pull him onto my lap into a straddled position. I lay my head on Mark's shoulder as I embrace him tightly.
"Don't leave me." My voice trembles as I begin to cry.
I've known about Mark's fate for a while now. I just don't understand why today I feel so helpless.
I accept it, I truly do but...it still hurts. I don't want this to end. I don't want to be left cold and alone in this world.
I want this warmth around me. The caring love that only Mark can give to me. I don't want it to end.
With my wreck of thoughts, I cry into Mark's shoulder. He pats my back and rubs it gently as I painfully weep.
"I'll never leave you." Mark kisses my forehead. "Even if my body isn't here."
My chest begins to burn in pain.
"I'll love you forever, Mark. Never will I stop loving you."
"I'll never stop loving you, Jackson." Mark cries into my neck and he holds onto me tightly.
We hold onto each other as if it's our last time together. We cry as if we've already lost each other.
We love as if the truth of Mark's fate is a lie.
We don't let each other go. The thought of any moment being our last moment is pure...
Agony.
