/ JeanMaro one-shot / Love is Timeless
Jean's hair was slightly flowing in the cool breeze. He wrapped his scarf around himself more tightly, it was dark blue and plaid. A gift from Marco a long time ago.
"Ah, I guess I'm late visiting Marco." Jean said aloud as he looked down at his phone, the glow illuminating his face in the darkness of ten o clock in the winter. He snapped his phone shut and put it in his pocket before looking up, exhaling and watching his breath come out in small puffs of smoke or steam, Jean never knew which to call it.
He made slow steps through the snow and buried his hands in his jacket. He wasn't slow because he didn't want to visit his boyfriend of five years. Ever since Jean met him at fifteen he'd loved the man with every fiber of his existence.
He walked through one of the revolving doors into the pristine white building. The on duty nurse recognized Jean immediately, "He's in the same room he always is." She said, offering the college student a small smile before looking back down at her clipboard.
Room 302, Jean knew the path by heart, he ought to after almost three years of walking it. He took the elevator up to the fourth floor, though everyone referred to it as the third floor and the lobby counting as the zeroth floor.
Small red and white lights blinked in the dim room as they always did. But the steady beeping that signaled Marco's steady heart rate was gone. He looked around and the room had been cleaned out, the pictures of them gone- all the decorations that signaled Marco was there.
The bed was empty, the freckled brunette nowhere to be seen and the bed still ruffled and messy. Jean walked towards a box, kneeling down in front of it and all Marco's things were in it. Jean's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.
"We... wanted to be the first to tell you." Eren walked in slowly, His voice low and sorrowful. "Jean, Marco...Marco is..." Petra started slowly her boyfriend of one year Levi squeezing her hand.
"What, Marco is what?" Jean turned his head to them, refusing to cry in front of others.
"He's been in and out of month long coma's for years now, it's only natural that he'd of..." Petra stopped there, looking off to the side, biting her lip. "Petra you aren't helping." Mikasa said softly to the orange haired girl.
"Marco left..." Mikasa walked forward, putting her hand on Jean's back. Mikasa and Jean had a lot of history, Jean pretended to like Mikasa as a cover for a while until he finally got the guts to come out.
"He left the hospital because he-"
"I got it!" Jean cut Mikasa off abruptly, breaking down into heaving sobs.
"He got cured." Mikasa broke into a smile. Suddenly the room lit up and Eren and Armin fired a confetti gun. "What?" Jean looked around as other people he knew flooded the room.
"I'm coming back home." Marco's voice came from the midst of the crowd. Jean stood, running to him and engulfing the man in his embrace. His free flowing tears were now of joy not sorrow. "You giant idiot! You had me scared!" Jean hugged the man tired as if he were a transient being that might be gone the next second.
"I love you and I heard everything you said to me when I was in a coma." Marco said firmly to him, stroking his lovers hair. "I love you too...and I meant every word of it." Jean responded tenderly.