YOUR P.O.V.

Pink hair suits you too, Jack;)

'We take the stairs,' Jack says to you and you are so stunned that you do not ask why. Your boyfriend first looks at the elevator, convincing himself that it is just iron. You know that something has happened. Something bad has happened. Otherwise Jack would not react like this.

Jacks eyes are dull, filled with anxiety and bitten by the snake of fear. The venom drips out his eyes, but quickly turns into salty tears so nobody suspects anything.

His skin is white, pall and fragile. Normally you could think he has it cold, it is too warm outside for that excuse. Yes the morning breeze kills the warmth in you all, yet cultivates a new flame somewhere deep within your hearts.

His covering is cold as ice; freezing his veins and killing his life. Your loved one looks afraid, broken, fragile, emotionless but still humble to the things he sees.

He is afraid because he cannot predict what will happen next, and you know he does not want to. Scared he looks at the elevator, like the devil shall throw him into hell once he steps in there.

As a broken child, he does not move or say anything. He only breathes besides your ears. You feel his lack of energy and his loss of joy. The normally jumpy Jack has turned into the still Sean.

Fragile he became once he "woke up" from his hallucination. His slumber disturbed and his peace forever weakened. He stands there brave yet so fragile for the sword that will slice the blood out of his already lifeless body.

After not moving for several minutes, your soul mate does not care anymore. His emotions are all dripped out of their hiding place and he does not look scared as he once did. He just looks so empty, so emotionless.

None the less, he still humbles his greatest fears you are unable to see. You recognize that look in his eyes; he is prepared to do anything what It commands. You hope he would never mistaken dream for reality.

Eyes telling you to run away only make you stay more. You cannot leave him, you would never abandon Jack. You cannot imagine a life without his smile and chuckles.

His so perfect laugh could form a smile on everybody's face, in the hardest and darkest of times. Normally he would be laughing now, but his lips are still closed.

All the facial expressions written on his countenance are concurred by one word: serious.

Jacks normally calm attitude is crushed by a feeling of coldness. The two are often mistaken but held apart by a sea of differences.

He looks dead from one side, like he is not Jack anymore. That somebody just pushed his soul out and stepped in his body himself.

'Sean, are you okay?' you ask your love. He lets you suffer by not answering and he keeps silence. You try to touch him; he does not put up a fight to stop your movements.

Your warm hand caresses his fingers and he lightly scares. His muscles are tensed up and he does not give you a single glance.

Slowly you see that your question found a way into his ears and rushed to his brain. Jack pops up like he was deeply thinking and disturbed by someone.

He stares into your eyes and smiles lightly. You recognize the old Jack. His smile is back, his eyes are shining like a thousand stars and he deeply exhales.

'I am sorry honey. I do not know what happened myself,' Jack confesses. His eyes are standing sad, yet pure of love they shine. You want to be worried but you cannot break his smile. Not after what happened.

'Yes you do,' you whisper and the smile Jack had on his face is thrown away like rubbish. He stares at you like he does not believe what you said. You punish yourself for being so directly.

You could have waited to tell him. You could just be silence and let him come back to earth but no, you had to attack him immediately did you not?

'You are right Y/N, like always. But I will tell you what happened another time,' he whispers. He never closed himself like this in front of you. He normally tells you everything.

You get a feeling in your stomach, a feeling of being not good enough. If you would be good enough, he would tell you what happened. You know that, and you hate it.

'No Sean, please tell me now. I need to know,' you beg him. His eyes want to spell the answer yet his lips remain closed. He is not going to tell you anything, at least not now. You have to be patient about this.

Jack leans forward and caresses your cheek with his right hand. His fingers are warm yet cooler than usual. You feel a tear running down your face, but it is not your sadness that took form.

Jack is silently crying, not crying with much tears running down his skin, just a single tear. That single suicidal tear rushes down to the ground and touches your skin.

He kisses you softly, like a dead man who fulfils his dying wish. Hopeful for another moment with you, he kisses your lips. You give yourself to him and he cries another tear.

You remark how tender he shows his love, like he is afraid to hurt you but also afraid to disappoint you. You kiss back because that is all you want; you want to be loved deeply.

A part of you want to pull away from Jack because he does not trust you. But his kisses feel too good and you cannot live without them. You need his love like the world needs a sun.

You feel how he cries again; you punish yourself for not stopping his sadness. The part which is distrusting Jack wins the fight that is happening inside you. You pull back from his face and look at the face of your partner.

His there is a single line of water on his cheeks, it makes him look destroyed. You want to cuddle him but step back, the temptation is too big and when you take a foot closes you will start kissing him again.

You cannot help yourself, you are in love.

You stare at Jacks broken eyes; he stares back at you and holds his hand in mid air. You hold his hand and he smiles satisfied.

'Let's go, or we will come late,' he whispers. He seems a little bit better and you feel like a tool to only make him happy. The thing is... you do not mind. You want to see Jack happy, you want to hear his laugh and chuckle.

You smile back and the two of you walk towards the stairs, Jack is not taking the elevator and you need to hold his hand. You will die if you let go of his soft skin.

For a split second you forget what happened and decide to come back to it later today. You have to know what happened but you treat him with a rest.

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thank you cornflakes so much for 800 reads. o my god! i cannot believe my eyes. i now i have been writing less and less but i already told you way. however THANK YOU FOR 800 READERS. I DO NOT KNOW WHY AND HOW BUT WE HIT THE 800 READERS. I THANK YOU SO MUCH AND IF I COULD BEEM MYSELF TO ANY ONE OF YOU, I WOULD. TRUST ME I WOULD. I WOULD PROBABLY HUG YOU AND THANK YOU! BUT I AM NOT IN THE MOVIE JUMPER SO I HAVE TO DO IT WITH TEXT. BUT I DO NOT MIND:) THANK YOU CEREALBOXES SO MUCH FOR READING AND IF YOU LIKED IT, LET ME KNOW!

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