Jack's POV

Love is such a foolish thing. At first it blinded your eyes and heart, making you believe in anything. But then, it just... Stump you into the fucking ground, leaving you there all alone. Well, that's how I feel about love anyways.

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Once again, I was running away from Mark but this time, with a dagger stabbed into my heart (metaphorically speaking anyways) and once again, my feet carried me into the same park when we had our first fight. I chuckled, remembering what happened back then. Damn, I should just stick to hooking up with random girls... At least THAT wouldn't hurt my heart.

Luckily, nobody was around so I can be alone for a while. I decided to take a seat in one of the crooked benches to catch my heavy breath. I leaned back, staring at the beautiful night sky above me. The velvet darkness was filling up the sky, accompanied by small diamonds, flashing from afar. Between them was an illuminating moon, shining bright in the sky.

I smiled, remembering how excited Mark was when he told me that he love spaces so much and how he one day will visit the moon and put his own flag...

Shit, why am I thinking about him again?! I scolded myself, as I felt a single drop of tear was running down my pale skin.

"What the fuck is going on with me...?" I muttered under my shaky breath, feeling like I'm losing control over myself. Tears after tears streamed down my face, causing my vision to be blurry. I brushed away the tears, trying to hold myself down. Whom am I kidding? Why do I even hope for him to love me back in the first place? I should've known he was straight... I laughed at my stupidity, with tears still flowing down my now red cheeks.

My breathing became heavier as I sobbed madly. Thoughts about Mark came rushing down inside my head, making it harder for me to stop the tears.

Suddenly, I heard fast footsteps from afar. "Probably just some people passing through..." I thought, not wanting for whoever it is to see me right now. My heart stopped when I heard a familiar voice called my name.

"Jack!"

"Fuck! Why is he here? Out of all people..." I cursed under my breath, cleaning my face with my sleeve. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, hiding my shaky breath. 

"To look for you of course." He smiled warmly, taking a seat next to me. "Well you found me. Congratulations, champ. Now beat it."

"Well I can't leave you when you're crying. That's just rude." He said as he scooted an inch near me, causing me to gasp.

"Crying? What are y--" "Cut the bullshit, McLoughlin. Are you seriously going to lie to me at this point?" He said, staring deeply into my eyes.

I sighed, looking away, feeling uneasy. He seemed to be determined as he put away whatever he was bringing and took my hand into his, rubbing it softly. "Jack, can you at least look at me?"

I moved my head, looking towards him. His eyes widened as he looked at my feature; my eyes were red and puffy and my cheeks were burning red. My shallow breathing is also very noticeable. His eyes look at me in sadness as I tried to make him go away. "What do you want, Mark?"

"I just want to know why did you run? Why did you look so hurt?"

"Hurt? Ya kiddin' me? I'm glad that ya finally found a girl! I ran because I didn't want to ruin yer moment." I said as my accent became thicker. "Then why did you cry your heart out?"

Shit.

"Cause... I don't know. All I know that it's none of yer fuckin' business, Fischbach. Now fuck. Off." I grunted angrily, pulling my hand away from his loving touch harshly. I stood up, walking a few step away from him.

"Bu—"

"I said FUCK OFF!" I screamed on top of my lungs, causing birds to fly away from the trees near us. My breathing became heavy once more, as I tried to hold the tears away.

I heard a faint sigh behind me, as he stood up, taking what he brings and walks away. As he disappears from my sight, my legs become weak as I drop down, crying once more.

"'M so sorry Mark..." I whimpered between my sobs, hoping that somehow, he heard it.