jackson was feeling sad one day cause he knew that the day he'd been dreading since knowing mark was in the hospital was coming up.
he sat in the hospital room next to the bed, where mark was fast asleep and at peace.
the younger wished mark could've always stayed like that. always been happy and calm, and in a universe where he wouldn't have to deal with the ugliness of the world. that's when he realized he was crying.
sniffles echoed softly across the room and he wiped his eyes and quickly tried to stop. he didn't want to wake up mark with his disappointed tears.
why was i such an asshole when i first talked to him?
why did i think that was a good idea?
has he truly forgiven me for my bullshit?