((Hey guys, i'm sorry to say that this story will be ending soon :( There may only be 2 or 3 chapters left after this one. I really wish it could go on longer because I love writing it, but oh well. There will be plenty of stories in the future :) Anyway enjoy! ))

The green haired man sighs as he tosses his backpack to the side of the small motel room. About three weeks had passed and he had still heard nothing from Mark. Though he tried to not think about the black haired man, he couldn't deny that it was liberating.

The Irish man flops down on the single bed and releases a soft groan, it was nice to relax for once.

Of course Jack did miss Mark, however it was easier to be on his own. He wasn't constantly worrying about someone else, and he didn't have that damn goody two shoes to get in his way. Strangely enough Jack hardly thought about the man, to him it seemed Mark didn't care. If he did, he would've contacted him, so Mark must have moved on as well.

"Poor bastard..."

Jack mutters under his breath his eyes slowly closing as thoughts race about his mind. He did feel quite bad about leaving the man on the side of the road, not even dropping him off close to a town. But Mark must have found some way.

Jack watched the news closely, watching for any news about the black haired man being caught, but still nothing. Mark was pretty good at covering his tracks. Of course that was no surprise, a lot of the reason Jack wasn't in jail was because of the black haired man...

Jack shakes his head and rolls over to his stomach, burying his face in the pillow and silently scolding himself. It wasn't because of Mark, he could have gotten himself out.

"I'm glad he's gone...."

Jack mutters, desperately wanting himself to believe that. But of course deep down he knew he didn't.

He knew he loved the man, wished he was here, but of course he'd continue to lie to himself. Jack would tell himself he didn't need the man, he didn't need anyone, other people were too unpredictable. They could turn on you at any moment, so perhaps it's better to be alone.

However Jack still felt a tinge of sadness, even perhaps guilt when he thought of Mark. The man had risked his life to break the Irish man out of jail, he'd been supportive, and what had Jack done? Yelled at him, left him on the side of the road. Who would have think those two were once deeply in love.

Of course maybe they still were. Jack's feelings hadn't faded, not even a little. He still got a warm, fluttery feeling when he pictured the black haired man. His soft brown eyes, his heart-warming smile, his adorable laugh.

Jack shakes his head again as a small smile had begun growing on his face, which he quickly forced away. Thoughts like that weren't welcome, not anymore. He rolls off of his stomach and sits up once again, a sigh escaping him as his blue eyes wander the room lost in thought, before landing on his beaten arms, exposed by the rolled up sleeves of his sweatshirt, his fingers grazing them subconsciously.

It was because of Mark that he had stopped before doing anything too drastic. Of course the many scars that littered his skin weren't pleasant to look at, but they had faded quite a bit, and he still breathed. Without Mark, Jack might have actually ended his life, just given up. Now that Mark was gone... maybe he should.

The Irish man is slightly thankful as his phone buzzes in his pocket, something to distract him, however confusion does set in, not many people knew his number, and those who did, weren't likely to be texting him.

Jack looks down at the small cellphone, one he had been using for awhile, it was basically untraceable. Surprise hits him as he see's the name Mark, followed by a message:

Sean... Can we talk....

Jack shakes his head, a bit of anger entering the mix of emotions as he types out a quick reply.

((S=Jack/Sean      M=Mark))

S: What the hell do you want?
M: Sean I miss you... can we meet?
S: Why? Need my help already asshole?
M: Please... I'm sorry for what I said. Just please can we meet, I want to see you.

After Mark had sent that message Jack stops, his eyes scanning the phone sorrowfully. Of course he was pissed at the man, but he still loved him. Right? As Jack thinks on what to say, his thoughts combating each other, Mark texts again, this text finally pushing Jack over the edge, finally having him make up his mind.

Please Sean... I miss you.

~~~~~~~~~Somewhere in the city~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The black haired man releases a sigh as he walks down the street, his sweatshirt's hood up and covering his face from the slightly chilled breeze. No one paid much attention to him, caught up in their own business thankfully. Distracted by their own small problems.

The three weeks that had passed had been quite tough on Mark, Jack having left him in basically the middle of nowhere. Mark had found his way to a city, and has been staying here for awhile now.

Of course he didn't live stress free, considering the fact he was a wanted felon, and he had no idea where Jack was, he could barely relax.

Thankfully things had been running fairly smoothly for him, he'd been staying in some old hotel, and so far hadn't seen anything on the news about Jack being caught. Which as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was happy about.

Of course the Irish bastard had left him on the side of the road, blamed him for basically everything, and didn't bother to contact him, but the black haired man still bore feelings for the loud green haired man. And still wanted to be with him.

Of course there was always the option of contacting him, which Mark had thought of for awhile, however recently he realized something that worried him. Something that left a feeling of unease twisting in his gut.

His phone was nowhere to be found. It just disappeared.