They spent the entire day together, not that either of them minded, of course. And since they had spent the day together, doing things that were on Marco's list, Marco was able to cross pretty much everything off of that list.

Everything but having his first kiss and...other things.

At the current moment, the two of them were actually in Marco's bedroom, playing some video games. Well, they had been... Until Jean kept losing and decided to just give up. Though, he didn't say it was because he kept losing. He said it was because he was tired, and Marco only laughed at him.

"If you're tired, then you can go to sleep."

"What will you do?"

"...I'll probably just play some more games." The freckled male murmured, giving Jean a soft smile before turning his attention back to the TV. Marco would've actually liked to also go to sleep, but it looked like Jean was going to sleep in his bed, and it would be uncomfortable for him to lay next to him. Yes, he knew he could've just told Jean to go sleep on the couch or something, but Marco wasn't that kind of person, he really wasn't. He didn't have the heart to say no to him.

And besides, Jean already looked like he was about to fall asleep anyway.

So, Marco did just continue to play some video games, but he was beginning to get bored after a while. And now that Jean had fallen asleep, he couldn't exactly ask him to play another game with him. Well, he probably wouldn't have asked him even if he was awake since he didn't want him to get frustrated again. Sighing softly, the freckled male eventually switched off the console and stretched once he stood him. He then made his way over to his desk, but stopped when his arm was suddenly grabbed. He turned to look at Jean, who was staring at him.

Oh, so he hadn't been asleep.

"Marco, if you want to go to sleep, then you can. I won't try anything."

"How am I supposed to believe you?" Marco muttered, then chuckled softly when Jean puffed out his cheeks.

Well, he was actually getting tired. And it was also late, so it best if he just went to sleep. The freckled male slowly moved to sit down on the bed and then lay down, trying not to frown when Jean let go of him. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Marco had began liking Jean more than a friend. He didn't know when it happened, he just know that it did. But he did know that if he was ever going to get his first kiss, he wanted it to be with Jean.

Sighing softly, Marco moved to get under the covers, pulling them closer and closing his eyes as he nuzzled his pillow a little. He relaxed at the warmth of being under the covers, not knowing that Jean was staring at him as he was on the verge of falling asleep. Apparently he was more tired than he thought he was.

Jean couldn't help himself as he continued to stare at the freckled more, frowning deeply. From a distance, Marco didn't look sick, but he did look tired. He looked really tired, and that was the reason why people said he looked like Death. But, laying here and being so close to him, made Jean realize just how sick the other was. How weak he was. And he wanted to do something for him, something to help him.

But was there really anything he could do?

He didn't know Marco for as long as he had known his other friends, but he still cared for him a lot. And he really would do anything for him. Anything to get him better. Anything to make him happy. If he couldn't get him better, then he would make him happy. Every hour of every day. Because if Marco couldn't get better, then that meant that... No. Jean wasn't going to think about that right.

Great, because of what he was just thinking about, Jean was on the verge of crying. He didn't want Marco to know, though, so he quickly brought his hands up and began wiping at his eyes. This was stupid, Marco was going to be fine. One hundred percent fine. Jean would make sure of it. As said before, he would do everything he could to make him happy.

Even if that meant kissing him. And that was exactly what he done at the moment.

However, the second their lips touched, Jean immediately pulled away, cheeks heating up. The two of them stared at each other, not saying anything at all. Well, Marco hadn't been expecting that. He thought Jean would've also just went to sleep. Hell, he thought Jean was straight! Then again, he could have just kissed him to make him happy.

"Jean, why did you-"

Marco was cut off when Jean kissed him again, cupping his face. And this time it wasn't just a peck on the lips, it was an actual kiss. The freckled male could feel his heart racing, face flushed. This was his first kiss, and he was sharing it with Jean. The only person he had wanted to have his first kiss with. He slowly moved his arms to wrap them around the other's neck.

And when the two of them pulled away again, they just looked into each others eyes without saying a single word. Because, really, nothing had to be said. Before they both finally went to sleep, they kissed some more, but when they did go to sleep, they were both as close to each other as they possibly could be, Jean holding Marco close with his face buried into his hair.

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Things were like that for months. They would spend a lot more time together, and most of it was either spent in Jean's bedroom or Marco's bedroom. But all they would ever do was just hug and kiss and talk about how their day was. Jean would complain about his classes, Marco would listen. Jean would complain about Eren, Marco would listen. That was really all he ever done.

He just...listened.

He never had anything to talk about anyway, so it was best for him to just listen.

But a few months later, and Jean noticed that Marco was beginning to get distant. He wouldn't see Jean as much, he wouldn't talk to him. When Jean would go to Marco's house to see him, his mother would tell him that he didn't want to see anyone at the moment, or make up some other excuse. So it just made him worry about his friend. Or rather, boyfriend.

It actually made him think he had done something wrong. No, he couldn't have. They had both admitted to each other one night that they loved each other, and then...things went a little further, and after that was when Marco stopped talking to him and seeing him. Wait. Maybe doing that had been the wrong thing to do. No, wait, it couldn't have been, because the older of the two had wanted it to happen just as much as Jean.

So...why was he avoiding him? Why was he avoiding everybody? Jean didn't even see him in school anymore.

Jean didn't know, but he really did want to. And he was determined to find out today. He already felt bad for not seeing Marco the past two weeks, but he'd tests to study for and it was just taking up a lot of his time, so he couldn't really see Marco as much as he used to. But to make up for it, he bought him a bouquet of flowers. He'd only gotten him flowers since he knew that Marco actually liked flowers - roses to be exact. And everyone knew that roses were romantic.

But when he got to Marco's house, he didn't expect to see an ambulance there, the first thing coming to his mind was that something that had happened to Marco. And then his fears were confirmed when he saw the freckled male being taken into the back of the ambulance van before it drove off. And he didn't waste any time in following it, Marco's parents also heading to the hospital, too.

However, when they got there, they weren't allowed to see Marco, and this only worried the three of them. Well, worried them even more. And Jean would've liked to have said that he was worried a lot more than Marco's parents, but then he would just be lying.

Unfortunately for them, they had to stay in the waiting room for what felt like hours. Jean obviously had to go outside a few times to call his parents and tell them what was happening before heading back inside. He tried his best to comfort Marco's parents, but he never was good at that sort of thing, so he just kind of...gave up after a while. And after he had stopped pacing back and forth, he ended up dozing off in one of the chairs.

It wasn't for long, though.

When he was shaken awake, Jean immediately sat upright and rubbed his eyes before running his hand through his hair, glancing over to the doctor that was now talking to Marco's parents. But he decided to stay where he was, just watching the three of them. And when he saw the doctor shaking his head and Marco's mother beginning to break down into sobs, Jean felt as if someone had reached into his chest at that very moment and ripped out his heart, crushing it in to tiny thousands of pieces.

Marco was...gone...? No, he couldn't be. Marco was strong and he and Jean still had so much things to do together, like get a house together and...and get married and-

The eighteen year old was brought of his thoughts when he felt arms being wrapped around him and he immediately hugged Marco's father back, already crying. He didn't know when he had started crying, but he had at one point and now he couldn't stop. His best friend, his boyfriend, was gone. And Jean wasn't sure if Marco had been happy.

Yeah, he looked happy, but that didn't necessarily mean that he was happy. God, he just really hoped that he had been happy because Jean had spent most of his time trying to make him happy, and he wouldn't be happy if Marco hadn't been happy and- Ugh. This was so frustrating, and upsetting. But...at least they were able to cross everything off of Marco's list. And that same list was really the reason they had gotten together.

So, he was happy that he was able to help Marco with his list, and make him happy. He was sure now that he had made him happy and he was glad, even if he'd only been able to make him a little bit.

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Marco's funeral happened a a few weeks later, and Jean had to really think about it before actually going to it. His parents were the ones that actually made him go as he didn't want to go because he knew that he'd end up a crying mess. He was a crying mess on the way there and once he was back home. He just hadn't expected for it to happen so...suddenly.

But it did, and Jean had lost someone close to him. He'd find himself just looking at photos of himself and Marco that he had taken on his phone, but that ended up with him crying, so he eventually stopped doing that because he soon felt like he couldn't cry anymore. But he could, and he did when Marco's parents invited him to the house because they had found a few things in Marco's room that were actually addressed to Jean.

And once there, Jean couldn't help but go into Marco's now slightly empty room. That was actually what had made the eighteen year old cry. Standing in the room and knowing that what had happened was actually real hurt him a lot. It hurt him more than he'd like to admit.

"...we know that you probably don't like being here, Jean, but we didn't know where you lived, so we couldn't really come and give you the things that Marco had left for you." Marco's mother whispered, now standing in the doorway of Marco's room. She walked over and looked through some of the things before picking up a small box and handing it to Jean, causing the brunet to raise an eyebrow. "He...he left a box of things for me?"

"Yes, though some of them are actually some photos of you and himself that he had printed off. I'm sure he printed all of them off." She chuckled softly.

Jean looked down at the box and then back to the woman, giving her a small smile and thanking her. He then stayed in the room for a while longer before leaving, making his way back to his own house. Or, well, he had been planning on going back home, but instead he went to the nearby graveyard, looking around for a while before finding Marco's grave. A few days after Marco's funeral, Jean had started going to the graveyard and just sat at Marco's grave, talking for hours and hours. Or...crying for hours and hours, not that it could be helped. He had lost someone very close to him.

"Hey, buddy." He sighed as he sat down next to the grave, opening up the box. "Your mom gave me a box of stuff that were addressed to me. Including photos you printed off. Uh, wow, that's actually a lot of photos."

There was actually a lot of photos, Jean didn't think Marco had taken this many. And there were actually a few of Jean sleeping, but he would consider it payback for the times he took photos of him sleeping.

After moving the photos out of the way, he found a few envelopes addressed to him, raising an eyebrow. When he opened them and read them, he made sure to read them out loud. Most of the letters were just about how Marco was and how he knew that his condition was getting worse, and that was the reason why he hadn't wanted Jean to see him. Others were about how much he loved Jean and he made sure to write in the letter that Jean did, in fact, make him happy.

And by the time he had finished reading them, Jean was a crying mess once again, sniffling and frantically wiping at his face.

But that didn't stop him from looking through the rest of the contents, finding one last letter. He waited until he had stopped crying before actually reading it, not wanting to get it wet. He let out a long sigh and took the letter out of the envelope, opening it as he began reading, still reading out loud.

'Dear Jean,

I have a feeling that this is going to be the last letter I write to you, but it's not like I can stop it from happening. Everyone has already tried their best to stop it, and I know you have too, and I want to thank you for that. And know that you did actually make me happy, I know that since you haven't seen me these past few weeks, you're probably thinking that you've done something wrong, but believe me, you haven't. I just don't want to see anyone at the moment.

But that doesn't mean I don't love you, because I really do. And, to be honest with you, I'm glad that Eren pushed me to the ground on that day. Because if he hadn't...we might have never met. And just thinking about not having met you, hurts. Because you've made me really happy, Jean, and you were there for me when I just wanted to be held. You're a wonderful person with an amazing personality. I...honestly think of anything else to write, I feel like I've already told you everything I wanted to in the other letters.

However, I will remind you that even in the afterlife, I still love you, Jean. I will be watching over you. I could even be next to you at the moment and you wouldn't know. But, thank you for everything you have done for me, and everything you've said to me just to make me happy. I'm glad I met someone like you, and I hope you can make someone else just as happy as you've made me.

Forever yours,

Marco.'

Jean couldn't help it, by the time he was finished reading the letter, he was crying yet again. Though, he was crying a lot harder than the other times, and now he just couldn't stop. Damn Marco for...everything. For being sick, for being sweet and kind, for...dying. But Jean knew it wasn't his fault. It wasn't fair, none of it was! Marco still had to live his life, but he couldn't because of his sickness. At least Jean had been able to make him happy. After all, that was what his intentions were in the first place.

The brunet eventually stopped crying, but he had to force himself to stop as he was beginning to get a headache and now his throat hurt. He wiped at his face again and then picked up the envelope to put the letter back in it, but he then noticed that there was something else in the envelope, and it made him wonder how the Hell he'd missed it the first time.

Sniffling softly, Jean took out the sheet of paper and unfolded it, letting out a small laugh when he saw what it was. It was Marco's list. And it had all of the things crossed off, and at the bottom of the page it said 'thank you for helping me complete this, Jean, thank you for everything. I love you'. He looked over the list again and then looked at Marco's grave, shaking his head. "I love you, too, Marco. And I always will. Thank you for giving me a lot of stuff, and writing a bunch of letters that I'm probably going to read every night before I go to bed, and make myself cry." He chuckled, looking back down at the letter and list.

"I really am glad that I was able to make you happy, because that's what I wanted. I wanted you to be happy, and to know that I was the one to make you happy, makes me even happier." He murmured, then began looking around. "And if you are here with me at the moment, then I'll tell you right now that I miss you a lot. I really do, I feel like there's a big hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be. And...I just wish I could have done something to have made you better, or to at least make you live longer. But I'm not magic, I can't do those kind of things." He whispered, now frowning as he kept his eyes on the paper, then looked to a photo of himself and Marco.

He smiled and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. But he opened his eyes again when a cold chill ran down his spine, beginning to look around before closing his eyes again. However, he had a feeling that the chill he had just got was Marco. It was Marco letting him know that he was there with him. But what he didn't know was that Marco actually was there with him, just watching him.

And he always would be.