The next day, I woke up happy. Instead of tears on my face, there was a smile. I thought of Jean saying those words over and over again. With a huge smile on my face, I climbed out of bed.
During training that day, I was re-energized at the thought of Jean. He loved me back! For the first time in a month, I didn't have to fake a smile.
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This continued for the next few weeks. I met Jean at the same time every night. We talked as much as we could before he faded away.
As the weeks passed by, I felt that Jean was becoming more...real, in a way. He seemed more solid, less like a ghost. It was reassuring, almost like he was still alive.
"I think you'll be able to touch me soon!" Jean exclaimed one night.
"Really?" I said excitedly.
"So we can, you know, hold hands?" I was thinking of kissing him, but that was too embarrassing to say.
"Yeah!" Luckily, he seemed as excited as me.
Everything was perfect in that moment. Jean was there. I could see him. This definitely wasn't a hallucination. We were sitting under the moonlight, laughing and talking without a care in the world.
Of course, in that moment, I didn't know what would happen the next day.
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A/N:Sorry this part is sort of short, I'll make it longer in the next part. Anyways, Merry Christmas!(^_^)
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Switched-Jeanmarco
FanfictionWhat would happen if Jean died instead of Marco? How would Marco cope with the death of his best friend, and the person he loves? This was going to be a short Jeanmarco fanfic, but it's going to be longer then I thought at first:)
