Hello, this story is on Mark´s POV talking to Jake.
Warnings: Death Character and Hurt/Comfort
I hope you like it and as always, reviews are always welcomed.
One time I dreamed about my own death. That night I woke up with tears on my eyes but I wasn´t sure if they were slipping down my cheeks because of the dream or because I had woken up. Tonight I had a worse dream. I dreamed that I lost you. I dreamed your death and how I watched it without being able to save you. I stood immobile on my bed as I watched my electronic watch change the numbers ever 60 seconds. I cried but I never did a sound. The tears felt cold against my cheeks but I never cleaned them away. I couldn´t move.
In the dream you were kidnapped and I was supposed to save you. It was my job, it was my responsibility, and I failed.
Please don´t leave me! I was still able to hear my own echo of my dream. I was screaming at you. I was begging you but you only gave a fake laugh. You caressed my cheek with your hand full of blood and then you pulled me in order to give me a last kiss.
I am so sorry. You whispered and I couldn´t control myself anymore. I started sobbing and whimpering. The help was so far and you were just a step away from being gone.
You can´t be sorry. You shouldn´t be sorry. It was my fault. I told you but my voice was too broken and too weak that I wonder if you were even able to hear it.
I am sorry. You repeated me. Your voice was so soft, so fragile. I am sorry for leaving you all by your own.
I couldn´t stand it anymore. Your face was a shadow that didn´t left my eyes. It didn´t mattered if they were opened or closed; you were there, staring at me with empty eyes and with a soft smile on your face.
That was the moment I realized something. The moment the clock showed me the time I realized that it wasn´t a dream. The moment I read the number 5:34 I was able to use my voice again and I screamed. I screamed your name countless times and I begged you to stay. The moment I read that number, the last 3 digits of your perfect equation, I realized that you were really gone and no matter how many times I wake up it will remain the same.
"Jake!" I screamed one last time before passing out, knowing I would have the same dream and I will wake up again hours later with an empty heart and the image of your dead face in my eyes.
