Sorry for the picture Jack, Haha 😂

Your P.O.V.

Jack looks at you, smiling like a kid that stood up for Christmas so he could see Santa Claus. This kid still believes in miracles and myths, wishes for presents and decorates the Christmas tree.

You pet his hand, he chuckles and leys his arm around your waist. Your thing shirt makes it feel like you wear nothing at all but Jack does not take his arm back.

A small yet deadly thought runs through your mind, it is a repeat about what Jack said. "I know you have your illnesses, but they will not make me love you any less."

You have an illness, something that is not right about you. What if it kills you, or what if it disables you so much you are unable to care for yourself?

You are not afraid of a person ruining your relationship; you know Jack will never cheat on you. you know Mark loves somebody else, you know F/N has her eyes on another and you stopped caring about fan girls.

The only person that can ruin what you two have are...

Yourself, you and you again. You are the only one who can ruin it all, just by one word.

You are not even thinking about it, and when you do you are ashamed. Jack would never think that way, he sees things always positive because why would you not?

It is maybe not always practical, but it makes you feel better in a bad period. Sometimes you are so cooled by the shadow that the sun has no change of shining.

You can do both, look things at the bright side sometimes yet stick to reality. It is up to you which one you choose. Do you want the sun, or the shadows?

Jack hugs you really tight before saying: 'Hungry, Darling?' He pats his own stomach and you get another thought, you are into daydreaming today.

In a few years, you and Jack will be more close then boyfriend a girlfriend. Maybe you will be married? Maybe you will be parents? And maybe you always stay boyfriend girlfriend. You cannot predict the future, but fantasizing is funny.

How would your children look, could you imagine? Blue eyed and with a soft Irish accent, just like their father? Or maybe strong, just like their mother.

You remind yourself you just vomited everything out, your breakfast and all the other things in your stomach. You do not have it in you anymore.

As oddly as it seems, you find yourself having hunger. You cannot hold yourself drooling the street wet, thinking about hot chocolate.

Jack notices that and he knows you too well, he looks around for ice-cream or cake. He has to give up his search and looks down, blushing.

'I are hungry too,' he smiles and kisses you on the cheeks. He shines and you can see that he his having fun. The hunger from the wolf within him is stilled once he locks his lips into yours.

'How would you know, potato?' you chuckle and your boyfriend smirks. He knows Irish people are mostly connected to potatoes and whiskey. He does not likes alcohol, he does not hate it he just does not drinks it very much.

The two of you walk away when the ambulance rushes the other side of the road, saving another human being. You are hoping for the next person who needs the yellow demon of speed, that he or she will make it.

You saw that car way too much times, you are praying to never see it again. The inside is more terrifying then the outside, which is mostly the case.

Jack leads you to the way that leads towards Matthias. At least you think so, you have never seen that block of Los Angles and you know Jack lives in Ireland. Mark would probably be chilling with Matthias.

'I'm sorry for my call yesterday,' you excuse again and Jack does not give a single hint of anger or sadness. He looks like he is thinking very deep about something.

'How more you are angry at a person, the more you love them,' Jack whispers and you remember that his family never very often said the magic words: I love you.

You do not believe it changed him; you are certain it formed him, that it made Jack who he is now. You can prise yourself lucky with your family.

You are raised to be what you want to be, do what you want to do and say what you have to say. You have a voice, let it come out! Speak for yourself and never change.

Jack still walks and you feel the stones hit your feet, you do not wear thick shoes, and they are just like the hospital slippers. So soft you can feel almost everything you step on.

You grin when you and Jack walk through the park towards Matthias his house, couples walk by. It feels so good to be one of them, one of the people who are blinded by love.

Your soul is silent now it got what it wanted, it only wanted Jack. You smile lightly, Jacks arm rests around your waist. His warm and calming touch is one of the seven miracles in the world.

You feel like a princess, captured in a tower which sealed her beauty by giving her an illness. After years of being captured in a fairy tale, your prince came in shining armor and riding on a white horse.

You cannot thank the writer enough for giving you your happy ending; you will make his work a master piece. Your prince hugs you tight as the two of you are almost there.

A part of you wants to hug Mark as soon as you see him; another part makes it sound like cheating on Jack. Am I not allowed to hug other male friend?

You think to yourself, if it is an offer you have to make to keep Jack you will gladly do it.

You need Jack like a drug, you are an addict fining it impossible to live without it. Your addiction holds a danger every drug takes with him: an overdoses will be fatal.

This drug you do not get in plastic bags or in pills, you get it only once and when you screw up you have to come clean. You do not want to get sober yet, you want to spent the rest of your life being "high" of love.

You look into his eyes again; you know you need this man more than oxygen. You will die just living without him for a couple of minutes.

You need him...

And he needs you.

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Hey cornflakes, it is me again-Blue-. i am very sorry for not writing so long, i really am sorry but i already explained why it is hard to write so much as i did first. i cannot thank you enough for sticking on to me and here is another chapter!!!!

i truly love you beautiful cornflakes and i am going to say this again...

Stay BOSS!!!