This is a short fic and the current short fic is... Composing an experimental lecture ;;
As the title says, it's a bedtime fic. **Expanded meaning: I wrote it before bed because I couldn't sleep. After getting married, I fell asleep and had a nightmare.
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What do you think? Is it better to dress like the original? The third person is really difficult.
Death is the end of this story... Is that so?
------------------------ BAD DREAM
Nightmares, crying before going to bed ------------------------
It's almost time to end the trip. Jackson looked blankly at the calendar in his phone as he kept thinking back to the many happy events that had happened while he had Mark by his side. The 1611 bus stop was almost the last place he dreamed of. It was the site of his final memories before the worst event in Jackson's life happened and he couldn't do anything about it. If I could choose again The wish that Jackson asked for from the glass bottle that floated down the water at that time was probably not to see anyone's future, but to be with the person he loved forever.
“The day after tomorrow we have to take bus number 1611 to reach the Coffin Museum. It's quite far away.” Jackson turned to look at Mark, who was sitting next to himself talking brightly. Now the two of them were riding a boat along the river to admire the beauty of the night side. Mark kept acting cheerful without realizing the future ahead.
Jackson himself kept quiet and absorbed Mark's identity through all his senses before their time ran out. It was only tonight and tomorrow night that Jackson had to come to terms with what Mark would never know.
"Mark.." Jackson's call was soft and laced with pain. Mark tilted his head suspiciously at my name being called. It might not have been a good time, but Jackson thought it was a good idea to do one last thing before that happened. His life isn't like in a drama where the hero spills blood to tell the heroine he loves them, and in the end they come back to love each other.
"It's so cold." Mark smiled slightly when he heard Jackson's words. He decided not to say the word love at the last moment. Although he was sure that Mark would feel the same way. The two of them have been through many stories. Jackson found out that they were more than just roommates. Buddy or best friend But we are more than that. more than siblings More than family, more than.. lovers
"^_____^" Mark replied with his always warm smile. Right now the weather outside is quite cold. Especially on the river like them. Feeling colder than usual Even Jackson felt a bit cooler. But what was called his heart was pumping blood even harder until he felt warm from within.
The scene in front of Jackson right now was as beautiful as a photograph taken. Mark's smile was beautiful and stood out against the backdrop of the bright and sparkling lights along the river route. He wanted to have the power to stop this beauty forever. Or if this is just a dream He wanted to remain in this scene for as long as possible, never recovering from real life again.
“It's so cold. It's already beyond the standard.” Mark looked around and rubbed his hands to add warmth. The hot steam from Mark's mouth drifted like cigarette smoke after he started complaining at the cold weather. Jackson knew that Mark was born and raised in the cold. But Mark doesn't have much patience for the cold.
The weather seemed to get colder and colder until Mark couldn't stand it and acted like he wanted to go ashore. Tonight's visit may have to be ended because the weather is not cooperating. Jackson slowly rowed his boat to the shore and waited for Mark to get up and leave first.
“Ah.. Damn it, that's all we got here.” Mark stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at the rowboat that Jackson had just come out of, very dissatisfied. As per their plan, tonight the two of them would go on a night cruise. Lie down, alternating heads, looking at the stars in the sky all the way to the end of the river. But the weather was too cold to do that.
“So, let's play horseback riding around town instead?” Jackson asked Mark with his usual mischievous smile before lowering himself down to let Mark ride on his back. Mark slowly and carefully climbed up onto his back, but didn't fail to laugh at the difference in height between himself and Jackson.
"Won't it be too difficult for you, Jackson?"
"I think it will be very chaotic.."
“Hahaha, let's go, let's go all the way.” Jackson smiled at Mark's cheerful tone, who was pleased with his response. He stood up and was a little wobbly because of Mark's weight as much as his own. It might be a little lighter but it won't have much of an effect.
"On the way back, just carry me back, Mark." Jackson walked forward after speaking to Mark in a good mood. The tall, thin person only laughed and spread his hands like they were wings. Jackson then fulfilled Mark's imagination by running and hovering along the side of the road, much to Mark's amusement.
Mark rode behind Jackson until he reached a fork in the road. He let Mark down and sat panting on the ground. Although the weather is very cold Carrying Mark around and playing was able to beat the cold. Sweat beaded down Jackson's face like water droplets on the glass. He only realized this by casually wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Is this all already tiring? I think you should get some exercise. Your body is about to swell and burst.” Jackson looked at Mark, who seemed to be enjoying teasing and teasing him.
'I myself am not really light-hearted. His thin-looking figure clearly caught the public's eye. Still coming to tease other people, you water pig! -*-' Jackson could only think in his heart and put on a sly face to reply.
"Yes, but don't care because I cum inside. I'm wearing a bag."
“Damn…” Jackson laughed at Mark, who had a quick reaction to a top-rated joke. Even though Mark wasn't smiling as beautifully as he did while sitting on the boat, He's making an angry face. But Mark is still beautiful in Jackson's eyes. He was already coming to his own conclusions. I think people like Mark will still be beautiful no matter what kind of face they make.
“Oh my gosh, is there going to be a car passing by this late to go home?” Jackson quickly got up and brushed himself off when his eyes clashed with the watch on his wrist. It's past 10 p.m. There are hardly any cars or people passing on this road. Only a small shop at the other end of the road intersection still glows to welcome regular customers at night. Mark held Jackson's hand and said cutely.
"Let's go eat something delicious." Just a short sentence with Mark's sweet smile. Jackson then nodded and followed. Mark's hand holding his was as cold as ice. Jackson could only see the back of a person who looked happy to go get something warm from the shop on the side of the road. Mark walked in front of him until his hands held together became tight like a rope, urging Jackson to hurry along and keeping Mark from going too far until Jackson couldn't catch up.
Pinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!
A loud horn sounded from somewhere. Before he could turn to look at Jackson, he saw The figure holding his hand fell and flew in front of his face. The hands that held each other fell apart without Jackson barely being aware of it. He watched Mark's body roll on the ground with bright blood oozing out from his deformed body.
"Hey... What's wrong?!" The driver quickly parked the car and got down to look at Mark in shock. At this moment, Jackson's brain was completely clear. He couldn't do anything, even think. Mark was hit by a car while holding hands with him. He hadn't even gotten to tell him he loved him yet. In his dreams it wasn't like this either.. Why did the story end like this!?
"Hello, a child was hit by a car at..." Jackson sat down with tears streaming down his face. Even if someone shouts or does anything. Even Mark's body was not far from him. Jackson couldn't bring himself to do anything. He's so scared. I was so scared that I didn't want to walk up to Mark. An unconscious Mark lay there in a pool of blood.
Wee woo wee woo~
Chaos ensued after the ambulance arrived. Mark was given repeated heart pumps by young nurses and other staff who all provided first aid. But that couldn't pull Mark away from Jackson. The little heart was deprived of the right to love and sent to live in another world...
A world that Jackson will never find. Mark knew from the beginning about his own death. He knew that dying with something still attached to him would be difficult. But it wouldn't be okay if Mark died early to change the future that Jackson would commit suicide after him. There was no need to take that deadly bus.
Just let your own tears flow Death would come to Mark immediately as requested.
That's the end of the bedtime story. Mark could only hope it was somewhere. If destiny brings parallel lines like Jackson to meet him again These parallel lines may finally meet...