Warning: Another sad one

Jack's Prov:
Another argument.

It's looks like a hurricane flew threw here.

Mark's all packed up and ready to go.

Leaving me crimpled on the floor, crying for him to stay.
That I will.

"Jack. You can't keep doing this. Making my heart bend and break. Thinking it's alright."

"But what will my family think if I told them I wasn't straight?"

"You know, it's funny.. You think it actually matters what your parents think. You don't owe them anything. You didn't ask to come to this world. Or for your mom to be pregnant. You don't have to have to have a perfect picture to prove your beautiful. You don't need to prove a damn thing. You are limit-less. But if you don't have the courage to tell them, I don't have the heart to stay hear and love you."

"Mark please I-"

"Don't want to hear it. I don't want to here anymore excuses that you can't because I believe you can. But if you don't believe in yourself I can't do it for you."

"I'm sorry."

"Jack pick up that plate." I slowly leaned over to the table picking up one of my china plates.

"Throw it on the ground." I stood up, smashing the plate to a million pieces; just like my heart.

"Mark what's the p-purpose of this?" He didn't anwer. He continued. I sniffled, slumping against the wall.

"Did the plate break?"

"Yes."

"Now say sorry to it."

"Sorry..."

"Is the plate still broken?"

"Yes."

"Do you understand?"
And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.