I was feeling down in the dumps, so I decided to write this. Hope you like it.
Everything was in order. The note was written and the footage was shot. Now he just had to do it. Mark clutched the sharp knife like it was going to run away. No more running. No more waiting. He was sick and tired of waiting. He was going to finally do it.
Mark hesitated before making his way to the bathroom. As much as he didn't want to do it there (to much of a remembrance of April) it'd be easier for Roger to clean it up. Mark laughed at himself. Even in this intense, last moment, he was still taking care of his roommate. And true love. Mark shook his head, erasing the thought. Roger would never love him back.
Mark swiftly brought the blade to his wrists and made a few deep gashes on each arm. The pain sliced through him and Mark sighed in relief. The pain felt good and soon all feeling would be gone.
"Mark," He heard Roger call as he walked in the door, "I'm home! Mark? I know you're here."
Mark closed his eyes, frowning. He hadn't wanted Roger to be there when it happened. Mark had always been the strong one, yet, now he was taking the weak way out. Mark heard the bathroom door open. He opened his eyes and stared at Roger, whose face was going through a multitude of changes.
"Fuck Mark!" Roger called, dashing to his friend's side, "What the hell are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Mark asked simply, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Fuck Mark, you can't do this!" Roger yelled, tears escaping his deep, green eyes, "I was supposed to go first. I was supposed to be the one greeting you into heaven. God damn it Mark, I love you! You can't fucking die on me here! I have to go first!"
Mark looked at his friend before slowly saying, "Too late."
Roger let out a squeak of horror and sadness as Mark closed his eyes gently, waiting for death to take control. The smaller man listened intently as he felt Roger leave his side. He heard the rummaging of drawers and finally a small, "Here it is."
Suddenly, a loud BANG filled the silent air. Oh good god, what had Roger done? Mark opened his eyes in a flash, hoping to save Roger from copying his actions. However, Mark was met by a surprise when he found himself sitting on a fluffy, white cloud.
Mark looked up into the bright, green eyes of an angel- Roger. The man offered his friend a hand and Mark took it, using it to haul himself up.
Their lips met passionately and Roger broke away saying, "Welcome home love."