haha! bet you didn't see it coming! love y'all💟 *unedited*
Elsa's POV:
It's been 1 year since Jack's death.
I've spent my says at home, not communicating to anyone or anybody.
I've had depression, the life has drained out of me.
I would cry myself to sleep every night and hold a picture of Jack and I.
Rapunzel and them are trying to help me move on, but I'll barely talk to them.
Each week, I'll have a mental breakdown and crash my whole house. Living here alone now. Without Jack.
I'll have suicidal thoughts, thinking if I should stand on top of a apartment and just fall.
It would have been better then the pain I live for right now.
My hair and clothes are dirty and messy, I'm not even bothering to do anything with it.
Nothing matters to me.
Nothing.
My heart turned cold as ice, the brightness I used to have is now darkness.
Have you ever felt like 99% of your heart has left you?
Like you'd rather stop breathing and live happily?
I'd rather love that. I have pills and blades around my house.
I had tried overdosing once, but then I ended up alive. Anna and them called me and got worried, which ending up finding me laying there on the ground.
I want to die.
So badly.
I don't want to live this hell anymore.
Suffering every single day of my life, not even bothering to put it together.
And that's when it hit me.
This is the day I get to get out of this living hell.
I quickly ran into my room and wrote a small note for everyone I knew. Hopefully they will find it.
I looked at my severely scars on my arm, more than 30 showing on ONE.
"I love you Jack..."
I whispered before taking the pills and swallowing them one by one.
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"Elsa?"
I looked up and saw Jack, looking like an angel as always.
"JACK!"
Jack flew down to me and looked at me in the eyes intensely.
"Let's go Elsa."
Happy tears rushed down my face and I nodded. Jack softly smiled at me and held out his hand. I looked at and grabbed on to it before we flew away into the dimming light.
Love is unpredictable, and nothing can stop it.
And that's the story,
Of Jelsa.
