Septiplier One Shots

Umbrella

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Jack's POV

I couldn't help but think of him.

I couldn't help but think of ...... Mark. My best friend, My one and only friend.

I cant explain it. The feelings that i get whenever his near my presence.

These feeling are more than being just friends. Its something more than just friends.
Its really is more than just friends.
For me.

For him?
Its really just friends.
Its nothing more than just friends.
These feelings aren't anything more than just friends.

I couldn't help but remember each time
"Hey Jack? Wanna Join me for Lunch?"
He asks if I would like to join him.

Each time "Hey Jack? Wanna walk home together?" he wants to walk home together.

Each time "Hey Jack? Wanna hang out?" he wants to hang out.

Each time "Hey Jack! See yah Later!" he says he wants to see me later.

Each time "Hey Jack! See yah at school!" he says he wants to see me at school.

Each time "Hey Jack! See yah tomorrow!" he wants to see me tomorrow.

Each time
"Hey Jack.... Hahaha nothing.." he wants my attention.

Each time"Hey Jack.... Hahaha!" he wants to make me smile.

He always wants to see and make me smile.
He always wants to see me smile.
He always wants me to smile.

He always makes these funny reason to make me happy.
He always makes these reasons to make me happy.
He always makes me happy.
He makes me happy.

Its already been 3 months since i started to Avoid him.
Its already been 3 months since we last hang out.
Its already been 3 months since i started to cut.
Its already been 3 months since i started to cry myself to sleep.
Its already been 3 months since i started to feel incomplete.
Its already been 3 months since I started to miss him.
I already started to miss him.
I started to miss him.
I miss him.

I'm crying now looking at the dark clouds and rain as it fall.
I'm crying now looking at the Park where i stand alone and tall.
I'm crying now looking at mine and Marks Relation ship fall.

There's nothing. There is nothing. There is nothing I could do to make him comeback.

My tears are warm mixing with the cold rain. Like my warm blood rushing to my cold heart filled with pain.

I actually never thought of loosing him.
I actually thought of loosing him.
I actually am loosing him.
I actually Lost him.

I just sat there in the park bench, getting soak by the rain.
Thinking of Mark, As I clenched my heart in pain.
I'm sobbing and crying, and crying, and sobbing.

I was delusional to think, this was a good idea.
I was delusional to think, he was a good idea.

I muttered to myself.
"I'm his friend, Nothing more nothing less"
"I'm his friend, But I'm a bad one."
"I'm his friend, Who broke his heart as I left."
"I'm his friend, Who thought that their relationship could be something more."
"I'm his friend, That thought that he could love me back the same way."
"I'm his friend, That thought that he could say to me I love you."

I cried tears pouring stronger than the raging rain. It truly showed how i regretted everything. I can see my reflection on the ground, Its smudge over with pain. Its Just shows how much i missed him.