Just_A_Cartoon_Lover
"When a soul suffers hardship in their life, and is killed as a result from the suffering, their soul turns Dark. And when the soul goes to Heaven, they are not Angels. But nor are they Demons. The Dark souls become what is a rare species of spiritual form that is known as a 'Dark Angel'."
Mark knew he could've saved him. He knew that it was partially his fault he was killed. Mark could've taken him home, and nursed him back to health, instead, he watched the blood ooze from his lifeless body...
Every day since Jack was murdered by his father, Mark visits his best friend's grave, remembering how he knew it was his fault Jack was gone. Everyday, he places a black rose on the pebbles that Mark himself placed. With every tear that fell as he remembered Jack's once bright and joyful eyes, and every rose he leaves on the mound of dirt Jack rests underneath, the further the memories of his best friend drift from him.
But Mark didn't know that his best friend was a lot closer than he anticipated...