Gone, gone, gone. || Markson
For all that Markus couldn't stand it when he felt everything - everything in the world amplified tenfold, felt sadness, anger, irritation, elation - he always wanted to stop time and take back his complaints when it all fled him and left this: the all too familiar void, leaving him cold and isolated. It was at these times when he couldn't breathe without something to push him along, without pain or a pill to make him see stars and remind him that his lungs were indeed moving. It was at these times that he wished beyond anything that there was a way to hide it. To fill himself up, pump himself full of something to bring a smile to his face whenever Mason could see. It wasn't that he wanted to lie, it was just that he wanted to keep him in the dark to keep him from worrying. The last thing he ever wished was to be the source of any of Mason's misery. Rolling over, he buried his head into the man's chest, kissing the first patch of bare skin that he could find before wrapping an arm around him, too afraid to glance at the clock beside them.
