Jack and Felix walked down the road filled with shops. They had both noticed the red head and brunette walking towards them but they tried to ignore it.

They had both hoped it was someone that looks like the pair they didn't want to see.

Obviously, that wasn't the case and Felix, Ken, and Mark ended up having a conversation while Jack awkwardly stood behind Felix on his phone.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get some coffee." Felix nodded at Jack, smiling lightly as Jack stuff his hands into his pockets.

"Okay, be careful." The Irishman nodded before walking past Mark and Ken. Mark smiled lightly at him before he started the conversation back up.

"Okay. Tell me what's up." Mark told Felix. Felix looked taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows. "Is he eating and sleeping again?"

Felix shook his head, looking down lightly. "He's trying, but not really. He went to the doctor and finally got sleeping pills for his insomnia, but he can't really eat anything without throwing it back up." He doesn't want to throw it up, his body just makes him. He can't keep it down anymore."

Mark nodded lightly, looking away from the group. He knew he was about to cry, but he didn't want to. He wanted to be over Jack, he wanted to hate him.

But he didn't. He loved Jack with all of his heart, and he felt bad for it. He wanted to love Amy. He wanted to so so bad.

He just couldn't. He wanted Jack. He wanted to hold him, kiss him, hug him, he wanted to do everything with him. He just wanted his Jack back.

"Mark?" Mark looked up, spotting Felix waving his hand in front of his face. They had started walking towards the coffee shop Jack was sitting in.

"Sorry." They nodded, continuing walking. Mark watch as they intertwined their fingers and smiled lightly. He stuff his hands into his pockets as they walked, his mind filled with thoughts.

"He's reading again?" Mark asked, nodding his head towards Jack. Ken nodded lightly before pulling the door open. "Thanks." Mark told Ken as he walked through it.

They all sat at the table where Jack was reading. Jack didn't look up from his book, though. He didn't want to acknowledge Mark.

"Hey, put your book down for once." Jack looked up, smiling lightly before folding the edge of his page and closing his book.

"Sorry." Felix smiled lightly, but his eyes scanned Jack's face. He noticed the look of sadness in his eye and pat his knee under the table.

Ken leaned his elbow against the table, his chin laying in his hand. "How are you?" He asked Jack, who looked back at him with pleading eyes.

"Fine." Mark looked at him, noticing every emotion playing behind his eyes.

And he knew as soon as he looked over, Jack was broken.