The next few days were filled with work, at least until the 23rd, and keeping up between Marks' videos. The only time you really saw each other was the rare times you stepped out to go to work or the store, and he just happened to be coming or going as well. You would both stand there for a few solemn moments, say hi, and continue on. You had noticed, each day, he seemed a bit more and more worse for wear.

You were grabbing the orange juice carton out of the fridge when you suddenly heard "I wanna kill people... I WANNA KILL PEOPLE!"

You drop the carton, the contents spilling all over the kitchen floor, and quickly bolt out your door. You knock repetively, getting louder with each ticking second he didn't answer.

You back up as you hear the lock unbolt, the door opening soon after.

"Yes?" He says with a questioning tone.

"Jesus, man. What the hell is going on?"

He raises an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, and then laughs, bracing himself on the doorframe.

"Mark?"

He regains his composure, "I guess I'm glad I was wrong about neighbors calling police and all. I was just recording some Nether. What'd you think was going on?"

You take a deep breath, holding yourself back from screaming at him for worrying you.

But it comes out anyways in a slur of cusses.

"Are you f***king kidding me!? What did I think? Oh, I don't know, maybe a psycopathic side of you came out and was going to KILL PEOPLE!" You take another deep breath in, "You just la-ti-da around, enjoying sh*t and I have to be the only one who's worried about the current situation?"

As your anger disappates, you cover your mouth and cast your eyes to the ground.

"I am worried," he starts, placing his back on the doorframe, looking elsewhere, "But if just for a moment, I can forget that this is happening, that I..." he looks at his hands, "that I... hurt you... I'll take as many moments as I can."

You keep your eyes looking downwards, not sure of what to say. He turns to you and grabs your free hand.

"I want to remember what little fun we had, I want to be done and free of this thing inside me. I haven't been sleeping because of the night terrors it puts me through, I'm barely eating..." he trails off, looking away once more, but keeping a firm grasp on your hand.

"Hey... come on, you want to watch me record? I still got a lot left."

You pull your hand from your mouth, it shaking as you do so.

"S-sure... I'll be over in a second, I spilled something because of you."

"That worried, huh?" He chuckles, but he still has a hint of seriousness behind his voice.

A light blush rises to your cheeks and you pull your hand away, "Shut up, would ya'?"

You return to your apartment to clean up the mess left in your rush.

Marks POV

I continue to hold her hand after I offer her to see me record. She shakily pulls her hand from her mouth; What I can guess is she's still either shaken up with worry, or upset about my recent habits.

"S-sure," she stammers out, "I'll be over in a second, I spilled something because of you."

A smile creeps on my face and I accidently let out a chuckle. So much for staying serious.

"That worried, huh?" I continue to smile at her, seeing her face redden a bit, mine heating up as well. She pulls her hand from me, mumbling a, "Shut up..." as she returns to her apartment.

I close the door, leaving it unlocked, and head back to my room.

'Won't you let me out to play?' A voice in my head sings.

I quickly push it away, placing my headphones back on. I was going to have to make a few jump cuts now.

She quietly sits next to me, twidling her thumbs, not even looking at the gameplay. I see a monster and take advantage of it.

"Urrrr urrrh urrruhaineggnnr..." I'd just make the face cam move as I nudge her.

She breaks out of her daze and averts her attentions to me, a few seconds later, she's holding back her laughter. I continue on, enjoying her expressions.

"Doh-ho-ho-ho, doh-ho-ho-ho, DOH-Ho-ho-ho"

She couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter, her eyes welling up with tears as she holds her stomach. I smile and pat her back, feeling a slight blush return to my cheeks. I was hoping she was too busy laughing to notice.

"Oh. my." wheeze, "god."

I laugh, rubbing her back, "Compose yourself, woman."

She catches her breath, coughing a few times, a giggling fit coming out every once in a while.

"You calm now? Feeling better?"

She nods her head and I laugh, shaking mine. 

"Good, please refrain from laughing so I can finish this up." I try to give her a serious face, but I still have a smile plastered on me. She chokes back some laughter as I turn to resume.

"I'm gonna whack you with my crrwber, Imma bash your brains in..."

Almost as soon as I start back up, she runs out of the room. I pull one of my earphones off, hearing her gasp for air and laugh more. I just couldn't get this smile off my face.

"Was that ammo?..."

Your POV

You sadly conclude that your dream of watching him do let's plays could never happen as you wheeze in air, sitting down on the couch in the living room.

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Probably the first time I actually bleeped out cuss words :P

But honestly, I tend to do that myself, in normal conversations.

Anyways, enjoy this long ass chapter since I didn't feel like chopping it up :D

Best regards,

BellemueCat93