Request from Forever_In_A_Fantasy! Apologies it took so long to upload, I hope it is to your satisfaction, did somebody say Anti? (Requests as always are open! Hit me up if you wish to request something.)

There is only so much trauma and run around a person can take, Jack has hit his limit.

Mark watched the spiral, like a glass being shattered in slow motion; Jacks broken pieces spreading out every where and quite frankly a frightening thing to see. Like his grip on the world got weaker and he faded from the world's grasp completely.

Mark isn't sure what drove him over the edge, what gave him the push to plunge into darkness but whatever it was; It was enough.

Jacks been through a lot in his twenty six or so years on this planet and although hes come out the tunnel; Hes learned to put on a mask of sorts and cover it but something knocked that mask off.

Perhaps it was the pressures from his college and the exams or the people there or maybe his family life falling apart, or his girlfriend deciding he was too distant -- But nobody can blame Jack for falling apart and losing his mask.

He can't save himself.

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He breaks, takes his frutrations out on his surroundings, the doors, the expensive monitor; hes in a fit of rage and its just red and he doesn't even feel guilty for putting his foot through it. Its everything he needs, the scattered pieces of wood from his door are much akin to to the scattered pieces of his mind and heart. The tears streaming down his face and hes sits in the damaged room, hands around his knees and sobbing his fustrations out.

The boy next door must've heard the absolute ruckus and maybe Jacks angry groans, the door which now has a hole in the middle opens to reveal the raven haired boy.

Jack, with swollen eyes looks up at him and he walks fourth almost shy, and without a word hugs him. They talk in class sometimes but its nothing more than small but its a comfort and the angry part of Jack wants to push him away. Mark doesn't ask what happened or why, but utters soft itll be okay and although Jack doesn't believe him as he thinks he at the point of no return, it still eases an ache in his bones. And perhaps he would feel slightly anxious of Marks judgement if he hadn't just dumped all of his emotions on the floor like everything else.

Mark helps him sort some of the mess but alas he cannot clean Jack, can't heal open wounds.

But, He feels something for Mark and maybe its just the gratefulness but amidst his lack of emotions at the moment its a surprise. Jack doesn't say anything other than 'thank you', Hes happy Mark let their be silence.

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Maybe he really did let out all his emotions that day because when he wakes up that morning, eyes still slightly puffy and soul tired, he feels nothing.

Nothing for the sun peeking through his curtains, nothing for the people he passes on his way to class.

Emptiness is the best word to use for how he feels; Like he let go of all the weight he was carrying and Jack thinks he prefers being this way, much different from yesterday, full of too many emotions and not sure how or what to do with them and then he lashed out, letting everything go and overnight like some man changing to a werewolf, hes changed.

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Mark notices; Of course he does, Mark always the one that notices, maybe when its too late sometimes but he does. And from the night he walked into Jacks room to see the place upside down and the boy crying, he notices the change in his irises; still blue but darker -- The way he carries himself, its as if he was the opposite to the Jack in his class a few days ago.

Anti, perhaps.

Mark approaches him and Jack looks stand off ish, his shoulders up giving him slightly more height yet even so, Mark is still taller.

"Everything okay?" Jack utters a grumble which Mark assumes is a yes.

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Jack, from there makes himself a new reputation. He sneers at anyone that looks at him wrong (including Mark who just gives him a smile because hell if hes going to be scared of Jack.) However everyone else seems to avoid him as if hes the plague but Mark perhaps forver a glutton for punishment doesn't, it seems he never got the leave me the fuck alone memo Jack sent to everyone around the school. Marks going on about something at the back of the quiet class next to Jack and Jack turns round to him, piercing dark irises looking at him and a sneer upon his features (not that there is anything else on his face, always the now signature Jack sneer.)

"Shut up already." He utters, his drole thick and although Mark knows not to push his buttons; he can't help it.

He keeps rambling on and in fact even Mark doesn't know what hes talking about at this point but its worth Jack invading his space and gritting his teeth.

"Shut.Up."

"Whatever you say, greenie." Mark does not miss the spark of annoyance in the boys eyes and he smiles at Jack and the look he gets back Mark isn't sure if its a threatening one or not.

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Maybe Mark had pushed one too many of Jacks buttons because as soon as they're in the hallway alone, the Irishman catches him off guard by the collar of his shirt which is peeking through his worn out college jumper. He pushes Mark into his dorm who manages to keep his balance and suddenly hes pinned against the dorm door which doesn't have a hole in anymore (Mark is glad, for that matter.) There's a flash of something in Jacks blue hues - something Mark cannot place.

Annoyance, most likely.

"You are insufferable." He sneers, accent stronger now; Mark hears every coated syllable due to how close the man is, Mark thinks he should feel in danger but he doesn't. Hell, Jack couldn't be scary even if he tried. Although hes not sure where Jack got the strength to pin him to the door but perhaps anger gives him strength.

"What makes you think I shouldn't and won't strangle you right now for being such an annoyance?" Has anyone ever considered that Jacks accent when hes extremely pissed off and close is just pure, unfiltered sin? Mark has even though the words hes keeping should cut like little daggers, they give him goosebumps instead.

"Good question." Mark squirms and he isn't sure how to answer but jesus christ this dorm room is hotter than he remembers. Jack smirks, baring his teeth like a vampire thats caught it's prey.

He gets closer, if possible and Marks sure he's either going to die or leave this dorm room with his face the shade of a damn tomato.

"I'm not scared of you." He utters, Jack laughs.

"You should be." And then hes out in the hall, hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks rosy.

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Jack around campus is this big scary monster, who'll bite your head off if you look at him wrong; A damned soul who let his emotions go, shedding the weight life itself had thrown upon him but around Mark -- There's emotions there, maybe its annoyance sometimes or admiration others but its there. They work together oddly, a dangerous mix perhaps; Jacks the bite and Marks the bark.

Mark pushes Jacks buttons and Jack lets him and some days he doesn't, but on the days hes Jack without the sneer and angry eyes; Its soft utters of 'you're an idiot, my idiot.' Mark likes both, Likes knowing hes the one to ignore Jacks resting anti face.