Jack's POV:

I can't do this anymore.

The only thing keeping me from leaping off the balcony was the thought of Mark. His warm, soft body pressed against mine. What if...?

I couldn't even tell I was breathing. I wished that I wasn't. Cold rain soaked my clothes. I was shivering, my body begging me to jump. The liquidity, vile taste of death beckoned me nearer. It's cold fingers wrapped themselves around my neck.  

Do it, Jack.

Soon that became the only sound I heard. It was the only thing I could hear when the gentle breeze rustled trees. In the morning, when the sun woke me from my slumber, it was my first thought. Demons had taken hold of me. Replacing their own shattered souls with mine, their sinister smiles and venom tainted lips pressed against me. A cold, almost dead feeling wrapped around me. It sucked the air from my lungs, and pulled me towards the ledge. It hung loosely around my shoulders, it's devilish, lingering touch caressing my face. It drained the last sliver of hope I had left. I was nothing but what they left me to be, death.

Jack

Mark's familiar words pierced through my everlasting darkness. I love you, Jack. His gentle, velvety voice soothed me.

"I can't do it Mark," The words slipped from my parted lips. I believe in you. The rain that streamed down my face was the only thing in reality I could tell was actually there. I couldn't even feel the cold air of the night nipping at my frosted cheeks, or the way the breeze rocked me back and forth on the ledge. All I could feel was Mark, his sweet, angelic smile and his words that sounded like a song.

"Just let me." I begged, reaching out for something, anything to take me. I wasn't strong enough to jump with Mark speaking to me. I wanted his gentle voice to be the last thought I had before I let death claim me.  Please, Jack. Even though I was just imagining Mark cooing softly in my ears, holding me firmly against him, it felt almost real.

Don't do it, Jack.

I couldn't. I was too weak. No matter how much I desired death, I would never betray Mark. Never. I rocked back and forth on the balcony. I wanted to, so, so badly leave the world without any regret. But I knew that was impossible. Every sway my body did pleaded me to fall to my death. 

I forced myself back inside, every footstep untangling the demons from my body. My knees felt wobbly. My throat tightened, forbidding the air the tried desperately to escape my lungs. I can do this.

I collapsed on the floor the minute I was away from the balcony, inside the comfort of my home. The pain slowly released it's tight grasp. I could finally be at peace.

At least for then.