Your P.O.V.

Everyone nods in agreement to your strong words; they cry their yes or just look at you this certain way that makes you feel loved. As if you were right the entire time. They take the hand of their loved one, remembering what you said: Together, we are able to make a difference.

On the moment Marzia tries to take the hand of her Swedish boyfriend, he lets her fingers gently slip away from his grasp. He glances at his friends, one by one, making shivers run down your spine. He fixes his eyes on you, telling you he disagrees with your words.

'I envy you, Y/N. I can't be as positive or as strong as you are. I can help Mark nor you guys, for that I'm too weak. If I would help you, I'd only drag you down,' he says making direct eye contact with you, thereby knowing that you have heard his words. Your heart stops beating, while the blond doesn't stop staring at you.

Then, you break the eye contact and only on that moment, he looks the other way. As if awoken from a trance you helped him get into, he awakens, without any hint of guilt for his words. The only guilt he feels, is for holding you up and for keeping you away from your goal.

Marzia stares at her boyfriend, obviously surprised because of his words. She opens her cherry red lips to say something, and knowing you can't stop the couple fighting, you look away too, still guilty of the fact that you ruined it. That's the thing, you didn't ruin anything.

In fact, you made it a whole lot better.

'Don't think like that!' Marzia says to the love of her life, with burning eyes she stares at the freezing irises of her Felix. The YouTuber doesn't even seem startled by her reaction, for that he has known the Italian lady for far too long.

'Someone has to think like that,' Felix defences himself by using words, but Marzia's voice kicks right through the wall Felix has built to protect others from himself. As Felix tries to rebuild the wall, Marzia keeps on attacking the poor blond, telling him that his words are stupid and that he should hold his mouth shut until he knows what he's saying.

Marzia slowly looses colour, though her make-up tries to keep her from going completely pall. Her lips are sealed as she stares into the dead eyes of her love, knowing he isn't going to take back what he said. Only then the man you thought would hold his lips for the longest opens his mouth.

'Stop it,' he whispers, only giving Marzia strength to start fighting again. Felix stares at the person talking, knowing that what he is going to say can change anything. You stare at the speaker, and directly Felix his head moves towards the person having the guts to talk about his opinion.

'Stop it!' the voice egos strongly through the room, without a single crack or shake in his timbre. Marzia turns around, noticing her little one trying to bring everyone one the same level. You glance quickly at Mark, whose hands are being held by F/N and Jack. The two persons with the biggest role in your drama find strength in the touch of their loved one.

As Jack loses his grip on Mark, he comes back to what he said. All eyes fixed on him now, he begins to feel nervous. You see how he plays with the sleeves of his white blouse, only to move upwards, trying to get his bowtie on the right place. He begins to speak, and you hope that his words will be stronger than yours.

'Felix, you're drunk. Marzia, you're heartbroken. Matthias, you feel guilty. Y/N, you're concerned about everyone. F/N, you're scared to death. I, I am crazy. So what? We're not perfect, we don't have to. As long as we stay together,' your boyfriend says, but Felix has chosen to interrupt the hurt Irishman. Yet you can't interrupt an insane person.

'Even if you're not a team player, I don't care. We need to be there for each other,' your YouTuber says, pointing the words directly to his Swedish friend. Felix shuts his mouth, something he should have done earlier. And as everyone takes in those strong words that were told by one of the weakest, you slowly realise something.

He's right.

Jack tries to remain on his feet, holding on to the first thing in his reach. He clenches the bed of his bestie, yet he stumbles. You jump forwards, catching him just on time. He thanks you softly as you take him in your arms. You hug him tight, waiting for him to calm down.

'Take it easy potato,' you whisper and Jack chuckles softly, holding you tightly so he isn't going to fall. Without your heels, you are shorter than him but you don't care really. As his green head hits your scapula, you sigh. This is going to be a long day.

You all grab a seat, for some reason, and sit down in a circle. The huge friend group stares at their unconsciousness member, only to realise their friend group isn't as close as it should be. Not everyone knows each other personally. You sit Jack down on the most comfortable seat and sit down yourself, staring at the heartbeat of your friend.

'My name is Y/N, and my favourite colour is f/c,' you say as eyes fix on you directly. You hope they just understand your goal here, because you have no idea what else to do. Besides it is crystal clear you need to have this staring conversation first. It can make you trust the others more, and trust and hope are needed in these dark times.

'My name is Marzia, and I like the colour pink,' she whispers as she introduces herself to the group of staring people. You take that piece of information, hoping to remember it as quick as you can. Now the first two steps are taken, others join in too.

'My name is Felix, and I like the colour blue,' the King of YouTube says, taking the risk of saying the wrong colour. That is probably going to happen, you say a colour now, and tomorrow you say a different one. Yet you don't care, as you appreciate Felix opening up a bit.

'My name is Sean, and I love the colour green, red, and blue, and purple. I don't know, I like any colour,' your Green Tea says and you chuckle softly, a sign of happiness that shows itself across the entire circle of friends. He has made you laugh once more, a beautiful talent he forgets he has.

'My name is F/N, and my favourite colour is (your friends favourite colour),' your best friend whispers, not surprising you with your answer. You are best friends, you know her favourite colour, birthday, anything you think is important. Yet again, you take this information and remember it. It might come of use after all.

'My hobby is making people happy, and of course playing videogames,' Jack whispers as he takes your hand. Your breath stops for a moment, only to peacefully continue on, taking Jacks hand for granted. As Marzia wants to follow Jack, Matthias his phone rings.

Matthias picks up, recognizing the voice on the other side of the phone; he whispers he has to take this call. Marks brother is calling, worrying about his little brother's life. Matthias walks away with the phone, dealing with a probably over concerned Thomas.

After the call ended, he joins in again only to disturb with the ringtone of his phone. This time, Ryan is calling, also afraid about Mark's life. Matthias takes this phone call again, and after multiple calls he decides to sit elsewhere so he will not disturb you again.

After another sound of a phone blowing up, Felix takes his phone, which has a Jacksepticeye case around it. The green septiceye is staring at you, making you softly giggle. As Jack knows why Felix his phone is blowing up, he gasps.

'The fans!' he says. You totally forgot about them, the fans. As Felix enlightens the fans of the accident and Mark, Marzia starts a conversation with Jack, pursuing him to see a doctor because of his wounds. F/N vanishes towards the toilet, and you are left alone until Felix has done his job as YouTuber.

He sits down next to you, softly pointing his eyes your way. You stare into his eyes, that should be the "windows to his soul" yet they more seem like a mirror, reflecting what they see. As Felix calmly turns around, he asks something, which brings you to reality once more.

'What are you thinking about?' he says as he fixes his eyes to the ground. You answer softly, the exact truth, as you don't see a reason to lie: 'Mark,' you softly whisper, giving Felix the answer he wanted. He sits up straight, a bit startled about your honesty. Not everyone on that honest these days.

'We all are,' he responds 'but he will be alright, and otherwise Imma kick his ass,' he says making you laugh softly. He achieved his goal, therefore looks proud your way. Never thought you would become friends with the drunk driver that hit you this quick. The world is full of surprises, which makes it only prettier.

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Loooong chapter, hope you enjoyed! If you have any questions or need something explained comment or ask me! I will answer asap, ooh and I love you cereal boxes! Stay BOSS!!! cornflakes;)