Please Don't Go

Do y'all like pain? Cause that's what you're getting today! Ah, so much pain. But I hope you enjoy!! *boss emoji*

              Mark's P.O.V

I ran my hand through my hair, holding back tears. Jack had his back to me, packing his belongings away. He quickly shoved the essentials in a suitcase, not bothering to put them in nicely like he normally would.

He shut the suitecase, and took a deep breath. He avoided my eyes, and walked by me without a word into the living room. I followed him, and grabbed his arm gently.

"Jack, wait please...."

He ripped his arm away and continued down the hall as if nothing had happened. I called him again, with no response. Just as he reached for the door knob, I said,

"Sean, please listen to me. It's all I ask, you can leave after that, and I'll leave alone if that's what you want. But please, just listen. Just one more time."

He didn't face me, or say anything, but I knew he was listening.

"I know, I can be harsh. I can be stupid, ignorant, horrible, intolerable, and you know I'm trying. Trying to change, trying to get better, I really am!"

"You can't change people, and you can't change who you are." He said quietly.

That stung, but I continued. "Please, I can't do this alone. I can't face the world without you, I'm sorry. Please, please I'd do anything to make it up to you."

And I ment it. I ment it with every fiber of my being. I knew I needed to change, to get better. I couldn't live without that smile every morning, without that voice telling me everything was alright. How, with so little time, could I explain it all.

I turned him to face me. His blue eyes were puffy and watery. His fading green hair was a mess and I pulled his chin up to stare into those crystal blue eyes.

I pressed our lips together in a gentle kiss. A sweet kiss. I could feel the tears running down our cheeks. I pulled away, unable to take the pain in my chest anymore.

"Please don't go."

He backed away, tears running down. He whiped them away with his sleeve. He grasped the door handle like a life line.

"I have to...." He said in a quiet voice. "I'm sorry.... I have to...."

Before I could say anything, he opened the door, rushed out, and slammed it behind him. By the time I had opened the door, and ran down the steps, he had already made it into his car and was pulling away. I rushed to the edge of the driveway, but I was too late.

He was gone.

And I hadn't seen him since.

                   .o0O0o.

The sun hadn't shined the same since Jack left. It was rain or clouds every day for three months. It wasn't the same at home without him, in fact, it wasn't home without him. I would catch Chica staring out the window everyday, wait for him to come back. And everyday it broke my heart.

"He's not coming back,
Chica-bica. Come on girl, get down." I would say.

She'd look at me, but just go back to waiting. She even started sleeping there. Sometimes I would too.

But today, I figured I'd get my sorry butt out of the house. I sighed at the familiar pitter-patter of the rain on my windows. I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door, hood up.

I walked the busy streets of Los Angeles along side people I'd never know, and never brother to know. I kept my eyes down, and just kept walking. I checked my watch, seeing it was still early enough to get coffee.

I stepped into a small coffee shop, and pulled off my hood. I scanned the room, and froze when I saw a familiar mop of messy green hair. He was sipping his coffee, while typing away at his computer. His blue eyes suddenly flicked up to meet my panic-filled brown ones. He looked surprised, and started to stand up.

I took a step back, and felt even more out of place when I saw a girl walk out of the bathroom and went to Jack with a smile. She gave him a small hug, and I backed out of the shop, retreating to the rainny street. I thought I head him call my name, but I ignored it and kept walking.

'Why am I doing this? Why am I acting like the broken one? He left, it was his choice, I hurt him, why am I acting like this??' I thought as I ran a hand through my wet, red hair.

I suddenly felt a hand wrap gently around my forearm. I turned to see Jack standing there, a pained look on his face.

"Oh….hi." I managed.

                     .o0O0o.

                Jack's P.O.V

His defeated voice made me break inside. I released his arm and cleared my throat. I nervously grabbed at the end of my jacket.

"I ah... saw you back there, and
I,um, wanted to talk to you. Funny thing is, I have no idea what to say."

He chuckled, his voice rasping as if he hadn't used it in a while.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-'' He started.

"No, no. You're fine."

Silence. I found myself pulling out a box of cigarettes to break the tension, a quality I'm not to proud to have picked up. I quickly lit it, smoke flowing harshly into me as I breathed in. I blew the puff into the matching gray sky.

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Still smoking? Thought you said you'd be quitting."

I smiled. "Things didn't go as planned, I guess. I started smoking to calm me down. Funny thing is, that they haven't been doing anything for me lately."

I took one last puff, before sending it flying into the wet street. "Not a d*nm thing."

Mark grimaced and took the box from my hand, taking one out and lighting it.

"Since when do you smoke?? I thought you hated it!" I said, surprised.

He let out a sigh. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

I looked away, guilty.

He looked over at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it'd help me get some emotion back, ya know?"

I shook my head. "All it can give you is problems."

He through his away. "Guess I don't need it then. I don't need it's help for that."

He looked over at me. "Sorry I'm being so depressing. But this is nothing compared to Chica. She's been at the window for months."

I chuckled, remembering that fuzz ball fondly. I missed her too, cute little thing.

"So, who was that? Back there?" He asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

"My sister." I answered truthfully. "She's visiting from Ireland this weekend."

He nodded, taking in this new information. It suddenly hit me that he thought she was a girl I was seeing, at first. I hoped it eased his mind that she wasn't.

I hated this, this silence in the rain. Standing under the shelter of a small roof, rain still pouring down in buckets. I hated the loud silence.

I turned to look at Mark, who was avoiding my gaze. His brown eyes were locked to the sky above, watching the rain fall down. Strands of hair hung over his eyes, and I almost went to brush them away, like I used to.

I took a deep breath. "Mark?"

He hesitated. "Yes?"

That deep raspy voice sent shivers down my spine. I whispered, "What's going on in that head of yours?"

His eyes suddenly locked with mine, causing heat to rush to my cold face. He had a unreadable expression on his face, and I found myself staring.

"I don't really know anymore." He whispered back roughly, as if whispering was more difficult on his voice than talking.

I leaned in slowly, not sure how he'd react. He didn't move, I'd normally think he wouldn't had noticed, except the slight tilt of his head. I reached up and gently grabbed his cheek and brushed his hair out of the way. I leaned in closer.

He suddenly pulled away, flustered. He stepped back, confusion written all over his face.

"Mark?"

"I can't, I'm sorry I thought I could. But I can't. You can't do this to me, pulling at my heart like this. You left, and I understand now why. I can't do this when I'm not sure why you even want to kiss me." He said, his hair falling back over his eyes.

He started to walk away, and I reached out to grab his hand. "Mark please don't go."

He turned around, tears in his eyes, and kissed me sweetly, just like the day I left. I melted into the kiss, but he soon pulled away.

"I'm sorry." And with that, he left. I watched him go, walking away in the rain. Once he disappeared from my sight, I felt the tears start running down my face like waterfalls.

"Please don't go…."

I hope you enjoyed!! Should I do a part two? Idk, I kinda like this one like this. What do you guys think? Comment below and don't forget to vote! Thank y'all!! ~^O^~

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