~between your lies is violence~ {Private with DarkSepticEye}

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"We're dying with every step we take, We're dying with every breath we make"

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Jack sat on his roof, staring at the stars and lost inside his mind.

A tender time for him, considering he's lost everything but himself.

Jack felt his stomach do flips as he thought about himself not being able to be brave enough to say no.

He thought about what he had promised,

"I'll always stick by your side, never leaving for anyone else."

He felt like a complete failure and that's what hit him the hardest.

It felt like a brick to the face at break-neck speed.

He needed comfort, but being alone wasn't helping.

He was a weak being, one that couldn't hurt a fly.

Jack was the cowardly lion in a sense.

His fear disabled him so badly that now he lost a close loved one to such stupidity.

The blue-eyed man felt his chest fill with the desire to scream.

It couldn't be helped, he exhaled his screams into the cold air.

Covering his face with his hands he sobbed, grabbing a fist-full of green hair.

Everything was black, maybe he could keep it that way...

The thought was so dark that it jolted himself out of his misery.

He curled his legs into his face, using his arms to keep them in place.

(Should've clarified, I apologize! I was just setting the story up, getting a picture of where Jack was at the moment and see where we can progress from there. Mark can be doing whatever you like at this moment whether it be spotting Jack or doing his own thing idk)

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder, inside your head..."

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(Heyy just letting you know my next post will be a bit later, I gotta go get a hair cut and run some errands.

Sorry about that)

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"Scared I might die of uncertainty, fear might be the death of me."

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Jack jumped when he heard the deep voice, his head swiveled, then he looked down.

"Thanks for the support, stranger..." he tried to be tough but it faltered. There were still dried tears, stained to his face.

He didn't have the strength to speak up in such a manner. He cleaned up his rowdy hair, "Why the hell are you even paying attention to me?"

He said quietly.

The green haired man didn't realize what he had stored inside him, a beast of sorts.

It wanted control but all Jack had to do was submit...submit to his subconscious desires of torture and blood.

Jack stood up, his toes at the edge. He wasn't going to jump but it felt good to be doing something dangerous.

(Sorry this post is a little late, I'm getting used to this site again...)

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"You're a victim of your symptoms"

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Jack sighed, "It's none of your business," he sat on the edge, "what's your name anyways?" if he was going to be conversing with the gentle soul he might as well get his name. The wind chilled his arms, maybe he should invite the man inside? He smacked himself self-consciously, he couldn't afford any relationships right now. Even if was just a friendly one.

The lights shadowed his pale face in such a way that it was almost frightening, like a weak cub like him could possibly have something more than just kindness in his soul.

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"Not even sure if I have a soul"

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Jack grunted, "I'm not thinking of anything...I'm Jack." he pulled a fake smile.

He couldn't help but feel the urge to just run down there and hug the random man, just because it's what he needed.

Jack resisted, kicking his legs against the roof. He was probably disturbing his neighbors but it didn't really matter.

"You don't even know the situation and you're considering that I'm up here for something as drastic as suicide...."

Jack shook his head, "Don't make such silly assumptions."

He thought for a minute then shrugged off the idea of inviting the man into his apartment for some tea.

After all, it was around midnight.

Jack wasn't sure why the man decided to stick around it was weird in a way, why did this stranger care about some cry baby on the roof

"Kind of depressing that you're still here talking to me...why don't you move along?"

There was...an odd feeling that reached out for this man and Jack just barely noticed it in the silence, It felt like he had a connection to this man, something deep inside. Maybe it was just his primal urges wanting to be social, Jack wasn't a genius so he couldn't be sure.

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"The Lost souls that were cheated"

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He looked down, "Yeah...I wouldn't like that either..."

Silence ensued then Jack made his decision, "You wanna come inside for a cup of tea or coffee? It's cold out here..."

The skinny man made his way back to his balcony, jumping onto it with a dull thud.

He ran to the back window to continue speaking to the man named Mark.

He walked downstairs and opened the door quietly, almost cautiously.

Jack leaned against the frame, trying to brush off the ordeal that had recently happened.

What happened wasn't natural to say the least so if Mark asked such a question then he would probably lie since it's so absurd.

Jack never...believed. In anything really, so when the incident went down he knew he couldn't tell a soul or he would probably be marked off as the nutty neighbor at the end of the road.

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"I can't quite figure it out"

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He frowned, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." of course he had to jinx it by thinking about it.

His hand combed his hair and he stepped aside letting Mark in.

He walked into the kitchen, looking for a clean cup.

There were shattered dishes on the floor that Jack had forgotten to clean up.

The kitchen was faintly lit by a florescent light, not very welcoming.

He cleaned up the pieces and put them in the trash.

Then turned on the living room light before returning back to the kettle.

His eyes were underlined with dark circles.

Jack's knuckles were bruised for an unknown reason.

The Irish hadn't been keeping up with himself, hadn't even looked in the mirror since earlier that day.

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"Don't forget about me"

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Jack stopped for a minute, the cup in his hand, full of tea.

"Fine."

He handed Mark the tea and sat down on the couch.

"I don't really remember everything... even though it was only just today."

He rubbed his temples telling the story as logically as possible.

Jack is still telling the story but it's replaying inside his mind.

"Goddammit Jack, get off your ass for a moment will you?"

his girlfriend was nagging again.

"I'm sorry..." anger was building up in his stomach as she screamed at him for something or another.

He snapped, his vision went blank. The only bits and pieces he remembers is punching the wall several times after the big fight.

Then, he was throwing dishes on the ground at his girlfriend's feet while laughing and making crude jokes.

The last thing he could see was her leaving with a suitcase out his door with him on the floor looking like he was on drugs, scratching his arm vigorously.

"So...you probably think I'm crazy," he shrugged, "I'm not a bad person...I don't ever want to do anything to anyone but today was a whole different me."

He shook his head, he hadn't even taken a sip of the tea in his lap. Jack leaned back, resting his back against the tan couch.

|| Jack McLoughlin ||

"Now I just sit in silence"

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"I wish that's how I thought..." he shook his head, leaning forward and running his hands through his hair with a sigh.

The lights flickered when Mark mentioned how he wouldn't let it happen the way it did. Jack snapped his head towards Mark, questioning that particular sentence.

He decided to just ignore it, Jack saw the glint in his eyes for something more than just tea. This didn't exactly repulse Jack considering the fact that he was attracted to men just hadn't ever fallen for one. As he stared into Mark's brown eyes it was almost scary, there was something almost darker inside those pools of chocolate.

Something that Jack didn't want to be getting into so he moved forward with his thoughts, "Hey, it's been nice meeting you, but I need some alone time after all this."

Jack gulped, the honest answer was that he wanted Mark to stay and just talk.

The moon shone through the window onto Jack's body, illuminating it, making it almost glow in a sense.

That had a pull towards the american man, it resounded again through his body.

His fingers twiddled with themselves, twisting and pulling at the reddened joints.