With open eyes Jacksepticeye + reader| Finished

For Amber

I was holding the hand of the man I most loved, his fingers wrapped around mine. My heart was beating fast, and as the rhythm filled my veins, it pushed against my skin, making my boyfriend's heart skip a beat. He giggled softly, than kissed me on my cheek.

'I love you Amber,' he said, laying his arm around my waist. I felt how my cheeks got warmed and warmer like a fire that tried to tear open my skin, but I just breathed it out, like I always do, making the fire disappear with a soft chuckle.

I felt how his skin reached mine, as his arm touched the fabric of my shirt. It send shivers down my spine knowing I was the only important thing in his life, and I made sure, every day of my existence, that I was worth his time and love, that I was worthy enough to be his girlfriend.

We were walking through my own town as Jack had moved from Brighton to my house. We shared everything, our room, our kitchen, and it felt fantastic to finally be able to say "our" instead of always "mine" or "his" or "hers". It would always be ours.

People had disagreed, that's what they always do. Yet I couldn't care any less, for as long as I have my Jackeboy, I rolled with most of the options given to me. And wherever I rolled, Jack was directly behind me, always making sure I am okay. And I loved him for that, and so much more.

'I love you too, Sean,' I said, using his real name. Not because I didn't like the name Jack, but he had asked me to. It was his actual name after all, therefore he felt most comfortable when he was spoken to by his real name, and I would give up the entire world if I had to, just to make him comfortable.

'I remember how we second met,' he giggled, and then pulled me closer to his warm body. I smiled as my head collided with his shoulder, remembering how I met my little Irishman, a memory so typically Amber I couldn't help but laugh.

He always said second because how we first met, wasn't fun. It was an event that had caused me so many sleepless nights, and so many tears that we tried everything in our power to forget that moments. That's why we never talked about how we first met but how we second met.

The memory of our first meeting was actually quit sad, it darkened my life for years now and I lived with it daily, and sometimes it even hit me so hard I couldn't get out of bed in the morning. And when the thunder came, and it started to rain, Jack had to hold me tightly, to stop my body from shaking and my breath from fastening.

I am afraid of thunder. When the thunder comes, all I can to is shrink into this tiny ball of fear, waiting for someone to say it is alright. And that someone has always been Jack, and will always be Jack. Because he knows my ups and down, he knows my biggest fears and smallest nightmares, he knows me from my inside out, another thing that I love him for.

What happened on our first time we met was tragic. I ran away from my house, during a big storm. I ran so fast I couldn't stop when I saw how big the storm actually was, and a part of me didn't want to, a part of me just wanted to run, to get away from everyone, to run away from all my memories.

Then the thunder came, closer and closer to where I stood, and all I could do was flinch. I was scared to death, afraid for what happened. I was frozen like ice, I couldn't move anymore. So I stood there, watching the thunder come closer and closer, filling me ears with sounds that tattooed themselves in my mind, forever and always a part of me.

But then things got dangerous, the storm got worse and worse. And the lightning was going to eat me alive. My eyes grew big, bigger, even so big that I couldn't see anything else then my future PTSD. The storm was wrapping around me like a snake, ready to choke me right then and there.