{Elsa was taken aback. She had never seen Jack’s demeanor so serious. It was almost as if his face could do nothing but smirk mischievously or, so she thought.}
”Jack, it’s nothing you can fix or make better. I’ll be fine tomorrow, I promise.”
{The anniversary of her parents’ death. It wasn’t something Elsa liked to think about, but it poked and jabbed at her mind all day. Usually, she could get through it, but today, it was much more difficult. The memories of her parents were so vivid, and it was days like this when she missed them the most. She didn’t know if Jack could understand.}
[Weirdly enough, her vague answers light a flame in the pit of his stomach. It’s not like Jack isn’t capable of getting angry – oh, no. In troubling times when those he cares for are in danger’s reach, he’s cold – so cold he burns. Logic is scorched to a crisp and forgotten in the heat of battle. But never does he ever get upset over something so..–human. The past was cruel, no doubt. With all those times his presence was brushed off as nothing more than a brisk wind or when his name is spoken as if he was a mere fairytale. Still, ignorance is bliss, and possibly his only friend. Lack of interaction excused Jack from normal relationships. A life lived unloved, yes, but also devoid of the feeling that is clouding his brain right now. Whatever it is, all he knows is he doesn’t like it.]
❝Is it me? I mean..–I mean, did I upset you? Are you tired of me?❞
[It comes out harsher than it sounded in his head, but he doesn’t apologize.]
”I - I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine.”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
[A few seconds more of his puppy-dog eyes prove it to be ineffective.
——Time for Plan B.]
❝Elsa.❞
[Every aspect about Jack morphs. The subtle turn of his lip now forms a straight line, eyebrows furrow after being so playfully raised. Even his voice takes a new role, one that demands to be heard. Ironic for someone who typically ignored.]
