Key: Italics - personal thoughts, (Y/n) - your name
[Your POV]
Just in time! Jack and I collapse onto the platform.
When he looked up into my eyes... I was even more assured I wouldn't let him die.
I'm happy for a moment, that I saved a life. Then, I realize where I am. Which is very, very high above the streets.
Oh no. I freeze up in fear.
I'm gonna fall I'm gonna die oh no no no Isabella why did you bring me here AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-
Jack interrupts my panic session by grabbing my hand and looking into my widened eyes.
"Are you alright, lass?"
Oh, his voice. Irish accent, not too thick, and at just the right pitch. I couldn't detect it earlier while he was yelling. He quickly calms me down and I attempt to swallow my fear.
"I should be asking that. Yes, I'm okay. I just absolutely despise high places," I reply. "Now, what the HELL just went down? Who was that guy?"
Jack's expression shifts. He must be thinking something along the lines of "Oh. Shit."
He speaks. "L-Let's head downstairs, first. I'm not really fond of heights either." I nod and we get up to leave.
On our way out, he turns to me, curious.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"(Y/n)." I stutter a bit; he was looking at me with piercing blue eyes.
"Hello, (Y/n). I'm Sean." We shake hands. I look at him, confused.
"I thought I heard that person call you Jack."
"Exactly. He calls me that. My real name is Sean."
"Who is he?" I ask. Sean's jaw clenches, his fists ball up, and he looks as if he's about to cry.
