Your P.O.V.

'We are almost there, honey,' Jack smiles and you look around, stunned by the sight of green in America. Matthias lives in a flat; the tall building is showing itself to anyone who wants to see him. His iron six-pack, formed by windows and glass, is shining like it never did before and when buildings had eyes; he would be wearing the coolest sunglasses ever invented.

Jack sees you staring at everything, you have been to LA more than once yet the city surprises you every single time. The big flat you are entering has is decorated by graffiti, the kind that is put there by teens who have nothing to in their spare time. The painting is prettier then you could imagine and you smile when you read the text written next to it:

Dance like no one's watching,

Love like you've never been hurt,

Sing like no one's listening,

Live like heaven is on earth

You have heard that so often, most people know that "poem" from the inside and back out. You have taught yourself that poem in the days of being nursed.

It was written all over the walls, in red ink in green ink and in pink. It was written in every colour you wanted it to be, yours became F/C.

You also recognize the maker of it, on the last inch of the drawing there is one name written F/N, followed by another name: Y/N. A short text is painted next to it saying the following words:

For: My Stupid.

Jack recognizes the nickname and starts to smile; you remember that F/N made that for you. It was in 2013, your best friend made it for you because she wanted you to know how much you mean for her.

You could almost not place it because of the colours (who where fainted) shined brighter then you remember. You are proud that this one sign of love has not been destroyed, painted over or washed away.

Your day is made even more perfect then it already was, you smile like an idiot and cannot stop blushing. You squeeze Jacks hand and he reacts by chuckling. He almost pushes you into the flat and you have to follow him.

Your dress is being pushed up by the coming wind and you let go of Jacks hand, which react by stop walking and looking around for you. You get your dress down and smile at him, he smiles back once he knows his girl is safe.

As couples always to, he searches your hand again and you give it to him. He shines like thousands starts yet burns like a single flame, lonely but more powerful than any other.

You lay your fingers close to Jacks veins, checking his pulse. His heart is beating fast, one of the things that happen to you once you are in love.

You find it cute and adorable, just the fact that Jack even physically loves you means a lot. It is simple proof (unable to be denied) for the sickness named: love.

You stare at the people around you, seeing their face is stunning you. Some look angry and probably have a bad day, yet others are smiling like mad men.

You daydream of, while walking towards the elevator. You are far away from reality, so far away that you forget to stop walking. You walk to the wall and collide into it. Jack laughs as you wake up from dreaming.

You love to hear his smile, it has been a decade ago last time you heard his chuckle. You miss his giggle, knowing he will giggle soon you stop worrying.

You try to stop worrying.

You step back from the stone wall, taking your place next to Jack. You see that Jack is nervous. The sound of the elevator lets you know the iron cache is almost here.

Jack is sweating like hell, his eyes are dull. It looks like he has a random flashback. You do not like his look. You hold his hand and Jack screams surprised. The whole lobby is staring at you but you do not give a thing.

What is happening, is Jack in shock?!

His voice sounded so broken. Like he has been hunted by death and at the end he gives up. You want to help your love; you want to be there for him. No matter where "there" is, you will follow him.

Maybe Jack is going insane? Maybe he is forming himself to a bunkered person? You don't feel the need to see him in an insane asylum.

It could just be a bug that picked Jack, a bee that has got him, or something else. You hope something less bad. You do not think it was an insect irritating him. You know him too well, he would have said something about it.

Jacks skin is pale, paler than normal. The life is literally sucked out of him. His eyes are wide open; you could assume he saw the devil with his own eyes. His green hair is shining matt, all colour has dripped of to the ground. You want to know what's going on.

'Jack?' you ask shy while you hold his hand. It looks like Jack is having a nightmare at day.

His breath is heavy; he looks totally off the world. You cannot have this ruin your moment. First you got your attack and now this?! Why does that always happen to you?

Why can you not be on your period instead of having your attacks? Why did God choose you for this bother?

You are not strong enough; you are soft like a teddy. You need to be around someone to become strong. You pray to the devil, maybe he is strong enough to help you.

You know it is bad to pray at Him, but you are out of options. He is the only thing you can believe in right now. It is wrong to do, yet you find yourself feeling relieved.

You still hear Jack sucking all the air into his lungs; he will be puffing soon if he does not stop. A smart part of you has figured out that Jack is not in control of his decisions.

His big eyes are the first hint; the dry skin and dull look on his face are also very similar to having a nightmare. You just need him to wake up.

You need him to get away from the warm and cosy sheets of fantasy and come back to reality; this dream is only hurting him.

You hate seeing Jack hurt. You hate it, all of it. That you cannot help him and that he is unable to resist the thing spooking in his mind.

You see people just staring at him, mostly because he just stands in the hall. He does nothing, he just stares. You have to get him back to earth.

WAKE UP JACK!

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the next chapter is going to be a jacks P.O.V. because this is interesting. i hope you like it and we hit over 700 readers. i want tot thank you guys so much for being there. on the moments that i'm cheesy and just horrible to the moments that i'm just on my period:P

i love you cornflakes to bits and i cannot express myself as good as you can 'cause English is not my mother language. you may figured out that it is Dutch. but he i have 10 fingers and i brain, i can come somewhere.

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