Letters in the mail {Septiplier Story}

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"Let's see...Let's see..." Mark would rush around his apartment looking for a envelope.

"Ah! There it is." He would pick up the envelope sighing gently to himself. Looking around he would look for a letter, to someone he watches on youtube, Jacksepticeye. This would be a letter to Jack who has helped him.

Letter reads:

Dear Jack,

I would like to thank you for everything you've helped me with. You have helped me smile, making my day brighter. When I watch your videos I forget about all my problems I have. I would love to have some tips on making videos since I have my own channel on YouTube. I understand if you dont say anything back. I just want to say thank you.

Love,
Mark
(Twitter: @Markiplier YouTube: MarkiplierGAME)

He sealed the envelope shut, making sure the address was correct. He ran his fingers through his thick black hair and sighed. Grabbing this keys he left the apartment and went down to his car. While he was driving to the post office Mark was thinking about if he should send it. As he was pulling up he hesitated on parking or leaving. He thought it may look sketchy if he pulled up and drove away from a post office, so he pulled in and parked. Grabbing the letter he eould turn off the engine and got out. Walking up to thenmain doors he would firmly grasp the handle pulling it. There was a short line so nothing to worry about, surely nothing to worry about. Mark would dig his empty left hand into his pocket on his gym shorts, rubbing his keys. He would see two people leave now leaving him and a middle aged woman, probably 35. He would breathe in and out slowly but made it seem normal. He looked around the room trying distract himself. This eould end when someone says "Sir!" in a rude way. Mark would jump, heading to the counter. Placing the envelope on the counter, he would smile brightly.

Once he got home he would sigh as he went to the couch. Be would flop onto it, leaving him sprawled. Since he lives alone Mark would be able to do whatever he wants, mostly. He does havw windows and neighbors. Getting up from the couch he would feel very exhausted both physically and mentally. He hated himself for what happened at the bank. If he was paying attention he wouldnt have gotten yelled at or whatever. He got unto his bedroom and changed into Pj pants, lose fitting. He would sigh once more, not botbing to look in the mirror tonight. He would crawl into bed and cover up. Falling asleep wasnt easy for Mark but somehow it is when he thinks of Jack.