All The Things I'm Losing For You (Crankiplier)

Death and Other Inconveniences

Mark's POV

  After the events of that night, I took Ethan home and guided him to his bed. I walked to the closets diagonal to his bed and opened his closet. I pulled out a pair of joggers and a Large T-shirt as well as a pair of boxers.
   "Go get in the shower," I spoke softly. He sniffled and nodded his head. He went to the shower and I laid his clothes on his bed. Then, I walked into the kitchen, turning on the blinding light. Luckily, I hadn't drank too much and I could still think semi clearly. I began boiling some water to make tea for Ethan. He really needs a friend right now. The shower stops as I finish up making the tea. I stand in the kitchen for a minute waiting for Ethan to be decent. I knock on the wall that separated the kitchen and the main room.
   "Are you presentable?" I giggle.
   "Uh, yeah..." he murmured, clearly still foggy. He sits on his bed and I throw a blanket at him before handing him the tea I made.
   "Thank you..." his voice shakes.
   "Hey buddy, its ok.." I reassure him placing my hand on his shoulder. I then walked across the space and sit on my bed facing him.
   "My dad used to make me this when I was younger, when-" I trail off. Ethan looks at me with questioning eyes.
   "When what?" He asks sweetly.
   "When I was down..." I beat around the bush. Not wanting to pry, Ethan just nods.
   "I miss my dad... and my mom... and my brother," Ethan sighs.
   "I miss my family too, but I've learned to live off the memories, cause eventually that's all you will have..." I turn my focus towards the ground.
   "Tell me about your family, Mark"
   "Well, I dont know much about my biological family... but my adoptive family is the best. Before this, I lived with my dad, and my sister. Neither biological of course.
   "Did he have a wife, or-" he asks out of genuine curiosity.
   "No. A husband. They adopted me together, and a few years later my sister joined our family.
   "Oh, where is he?"
   "He died from skin cancer..." my eyes begin to sting.
   "I'm sorry, I didnt mean-" he panics.
   "No, no. Its alright... so what is your sob story?" I look up at Ethan. His wet hair cascaded down his face nearly covering his emerald eyes. I could never pinpoint the color of his eyes, some days they were the color of a cloudless sky, but right now they were most definitely green, and the whites of his eyes were tinted red. The bags around his eyes hung low. Even with the cuts and bruises, his face still looked perfect in the dim lighting.
   " I don't really have one, my life is pretty damn near perfect." He smiles weakly.
   "I don't believe that's true."
   "My family is loving, and accepting, and so perfect, I have an amazing group of friends, what more could I ask for." His voice shakes again.
   "Hey now, what's wrong?"
   "Why doesn't it feel perfect then?" He looks up at me with the most sadness I have ever seen in a person's eyes.
   "Sure you have an okay life now, but that doesnt change the past, the past makes us who we are,"
   "That's why you are such an argumentative hard head" I chuckle.
   "Whatever you say..." he rolls his eyes with a small smile.
   "Tell me about your past, if you are comfortable with that, no pressure!"
   "Well, when I was young I didnt have many friends. I was really feminine and all of the guys thought I was a freak. The girls were too busy drooling over the popular guys to even consider hanging out with me, even just as a friend. In second grade I met Danica, and I'm convinced she is my guardian angel. We dont talk as much as we used to, but I still feel the connection." He smiles
   "Do you- do you like Danica?" I ask.
   "No no no, she is my best friend. Let me continue. Elementary flies by, then onto middle school. Here I met Emmy, she was in almost every class of mine, which was great because Danica went to a different school. We still hung out every day though. Emmy had this super nice boyfriend named Avery, and the three of us became really close. They eventually split up because Emmy is a raging homosexual, but we all stayed close.  When Highschool came around Danica had gone through a fallout with the queen bee of her friend group leaving her with no one. She transferred to my highschool and joined me and my friends. I met Finley in my freshman art class, he was super talented. I had the biggest crush on him..." he laughs in remembrance.
   "Freshman year my brother Nathan left for marine camp. Sophomore year my sister left for college. This left me and my working parents. All my friends were jam packed with work but I just blew it off most of the time. Then I met this guy named Dakota. He was my everything for a whole year... then he lost his love for me I guess. But I never stopped... two years of torment." He shudders. I didn't want him to go too into detail so I stop him by telling him how brave he was. I could help but ask why he stayed for so long.
   "Dakota was the only person to ever love me like that. I need love, I live off of it. He was there for me, he showed me the world... good and bad. Imagine letting go of the one thing that makes you feel like your life matters." His face falls and I can see the gloss in his eyes.
   "You know what..." I trail off
   "Hm?"
   "You arent that bad Eth, I'm sorry for being so judgemental..."
   "I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm too quick to shut people out..." he sighs.
   "Dont be sorry."

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