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[xmoonshiftx]

SPRING VS WINTER | MARKIPLIER X GN!READER ONESHOT

[TW: hints to suicide attempt!]

"you're not alone, y/n."

his voice was calm yet deep, reminding me of the always changing sky above us. his voice was as calm as the light blueness of the sky, yet deep as the height of the air from the cement of the pavement all the way up to the earths orbit outer space.

"what do you mean, mark?"

yet the calmness in his voice was all just a facade.

a cover up to how he truly feels to the situation going on.

the deepness of his voice broke out of pitch with every few sentences he spoke, indicating that he was close to crying, breaking down at the situation. the breaking in his voice reminding me of the clouds up above as they split apart from each other then form together again.

"because... i am here, aren't i? i'm your friend."

his whole presence reminding me of the second season; spring. he wasn't freezing cold nor sweltering hot but instead he was in between, just like a perfect day during spring:

- with the sun out and the sky is void of clouds.

- the air is breathable and free.

- heat at the right temperature...

he, was spring. where as i, was winter.

"yes but...-"

"please, just get down from there y/n, i can't lose you too!"

his eyes as of this moment was the white-turning-grey clouds, tears pricked the corners like rain begging to fall from the sky. at first his tears started as a small drizzle, one slow drop after the other every eleven seconds.

he was spring.

i was winter.

my mind was as dark as a thunderstorm. rain heavily hammering it down as the clouds were as dark as the night the storm appeared on. the only light to be seen was flashes of lightning, loud thunder roared around the atmosphere as the wind begged to be free from its shackles, it didn't want to be strong wind that could kill, just a calming breeze that sings lullaby tunes to those who need to fall asleep.

the banging flashes of lighting in my mind was mark begging for me to not jump off this roof.

the wind was my thoughts.

the thunder is my heartbeat and the rain was my own set of tears.

the dark clouds was my negative thoughts and the night sky was my brain and soul.

"what do you mean, mark?"

"i've lost too many people before, i can't lose you too. you're my best friend damnit!"

slow drizzling turned in to a small pour.

i take a glance behind me. the back of my feets heels partly off the edge. we were so far up in to the night sky, it is impossible to see the cement and asphalt far down below. the only things we can just about see is the twinkling lights of the lampposts and some coming through the panels of the windows of various buildings.

i could feel my own body shaking, like an earthquake. at first it is a slight tremor but soon it turns in to a great cause of damage - or rather, my fears getting to me. my nerves are playing up, begging me to jump. off the roof or by mark's side i do not know.

i then look back towards where mark stood. eyes watering with tears that have now turned in to a full on spring shower, teeth gritting, fists balled and clenching together.

"please..."

his voice cracked once more.

many emotions flowing through those brown glass panes that are his spectacular shaded eyes. emotions flowing.... like a stream through a set of woods with fish and frogs and other little critters jumping and playing through the cool moving water.

"just let me show you that this is not the only answer to ending whatever is going through your mind," he raises his right hand out towards me, his palm facing up to the sky. hope and fear could be seen within himself.

the storm going on inside me suddenly stops.

the dark of the night sky within me starts to brighten up, not too far away is the sun rising.

that rising sun is hope.

hope to life, my life.

mark is my hope to what could be a possibly good turn to living.

maybe he's right... ending it all by losing my life isn't the answer.

because after a storm is a rainbow right?

his smile reminds me of that rainbow as he sees me step away from the edge.

his warm presence as that same rising sun as i am pulled into a hugging embrace by him.

he is spring.

as i am winter.

the four seasons - winter, spring, summer; autumn - are the earths heroes, just like mark fischbach is mine.

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