Marco and Jean had sat on a hill looking at the sun basking in its warmth. Jean and Marco had been talking about their day when a nagging thought kept bugging him.
Today as he had rushed to meet with Marco some of the guys had whispered things such as 'it's not real.' Or 'poor guys still thinks he's alive.'.
Jean looked at the man sitting beside him before shaking his head trying time rid himself of those thoughts. Marco saw this and sent a smile his way before speaking. "What's wrong Jean you seem a little off?" Jean just shook his head and reciprocating the smile.
"Nothing just something people said..." As Jean looked at Marco's eyes he couldn't help but wonder how he had survived. No one should be able to survive something like that.
Marco didn't think that was a good answer so he asked again. "Really Jean, What's wrong?" Marco's smile faded as his brows furrowed together in worry.
"Nothing.." Jean replied buy instead decided to voice his question rather than let it simmer. 'What harm could it do?' He thought.
"Well it's just, how did you survive the attack? I could have sworn... you... you were... dead." Jean said before looking directly into Marco's eyes with such a heart breaking sadness.
Marco smiled and shook his head "I really don't know how I survived Jean but I did. I survived and I'M here that's all that matters." Marco replied honestly.
"No because you're already dead. You're just a figment of my imagination that comes with schizophrenia, and everyone else plays along because they're afraid that I'll go deeper into my pit of despair, and eventually collapse within myself altogether because you're not there to hold me up anymore." Jean finally said looking at Marco with such determination and hurt in his eyes.
Marco shook his head as tears made their way down his cheeks. "No I'm real Jean. I am here, I really am!" Said Marco as he attempted to cup his lovers cheek only to have his hand slip through proving the formers thoughts.
He wasn't real. It was all Jean's imagination.
"J-Jean..." Marco's figure was slowly dissipating as if being blown by the wind. "E-Even if you can't see me. Even if my body isn't physical I'll always be here Okay. I'll always live here" As those words left Marco's lips he places his now wispy hand over Jean's heart and leaned in placing one last kiss upon his lovers lips before finally saying goodbye to the world.