Mark liked the quiet. Not the weird, awkward silence that occurs when you've done something incredibly embarrassing and stupid, no. It was the silence that wasn't really silent. When you heard the rain falling down from the clouds, the crackling of a campfire, the sound of a page turning in a book.
Whenever he felt sad or left out, whenever he felt like the whole world was turned against him, he looked for the quiet. People had the habit of crying loudly or screaming when they were upset, Mark went out into the park where no one could find him. He sat there for hours and listened to the crickets and the birds and just enjoyed the overall feeling of nothing.
Then, one day, he met Jack. Jack was everything but quiet. He was loud and energetic and he made him smile. Jack taught Mark that noise wasn't always bad, it could be fun and nice and calming as well. Mark taught Jack that quiet was good at times. It was serene and soft and sweet. They balanced out each other nicely.
Mark noticed he began enjoying quiet less and less. He was used to the sound of Jack's voice echoing through the house. He didn't look for quiet anymore. Now, whenever he was upset, he would run to Jack who calmed him with his soothing words. He held him in his arms as he cried, and that is when Mark realised…
That day wasn't quiet at all, it was pleasantly noisy. The room was full of friends and family. Even Chica was there, Mark had to bring her along. Who knows what that dog gets up to when she's home alone. He was enjoying himself. People were laughing, music was playing and a soft voice tenderly whispered in his ear "I do."
Mark has no more place for quiet in his life. What do you want, with two kids running around and a husband that is always yelling at a computer screen. But Mark likes it this way. Jack's voice was nice to listen to, even, if he was a little loud. The laughter that filled the house with his girls chasing after each other was hearth warming. Mark was used to the sound. He was happy it was there. Quiet was still nice to get away from the stress, but noise assured him that everything was alright.
Mark hated quiet. It was weird and dark and wrapped over him like a blanket. He felt trapped in the quiet. Jack's voice had stopped echoing through the house. Laughing kids were a fading memory. He felt lonely. His heart ached when he thought back to the times everything was fine. When his family was strong, not a broken mess made out of a single crying man. When everyone he loved was within eyesight. When the car had not yet crashed into them. Back before he saw the fear and terror in their eyes as their life was torn away from them and left him all alone. All alone with the quiet. The endless silence that left him broken and cold. Mark sighed, he missed them already…
Sorry! Truly, I am sorry for shattering all of your feels, but I was in a sad mood and got this idea! :) Well, when you're done drowning in your tears, feel free to favorite/Review! I would say follow as well but this is a oneshot so that's pretty stupid. XD
Well, that's about it, over and out!
Fanny