Fix the Broken (Jelsa)

*Chapter Nine*

Jack did not appear in Audio Production class. I feel as if it were my doing to make him feel ashamed to see me. However, he did notify me that he wishes to see me today. But...why is he not here? Is he ill? Or rather skipped the class to not see me? It pains me to not know of his whereabouts. Though, I should be on my way to the nurse's office for my medications then take shelter at my willow tree at the back of the school. I cannot escape of the thought that he would would not accept my presence as I walk down the same hallway on my way to the nurse's office. The thought of it just places painful pressure upon my chest.

I enter once again into the nurse's office, and I see the red-haired nurse at her desk. She looks up and smiles, though I know that it is forced. I do many of them to know which smile is real or not. However, I cannot blame her, as I did create such an episode last time. So much for a first impression. I ignore her and make my way towards the cubbies. Only do I realize that I am still much too short to reach it, and I dug through my handbag only to find that I do not have the key.

"I believe this is yours," a familiar voice said. I slowly turn and I look up to see no other person than Jack Frost. He is looking downwards, or so I believe as he is wearing  a male designer sunglasses and his head is down. His bleached hair flows over his forehead, and I look down and see that he his pale hand is outstretch with my cubbie's key held in between his fingertips. I turn my gaze to his face once more.

"Thank you...Jack," I said. Only I did not take the key. He is still holding the key and his arm starts to shake.

"Aren't you going to take it?" he mutters out. I only continue to stare at him before I put on a small smile.

"Then how do you suppose that I get my medication? Surely I must ask assistance from someone or rather get a nearby chair," I said while smiling. He slowly looks up at me, but I cannot see the direction of his gaze as it is hidden from those sunglasses. I wish to see his blue eyes that suits his name. Frost, blue eyes.

"Would you ask me to help you? After...last time?" he asks with a rather monotone voice. Only do I realize that he talks unemotionally. So cold are his words and so empty.

"I do believe that it would eventually come for me to have an outbreak. As it was my first day here...in public...and from home. Though humans tend to create vast varieties of mistakes, but we eventually learn to forgive. Do you not agree, Mr. Frost?" I said as I wring my hands but remain eye contact with him through his glasses. He shifts and lays his arm down with the key before taking off his glasses with his other arm. My eyes widen when I see his upper face still has its remains from Anna's smacking. It is yellow with a hint of green on the right side of his face. But it is mainly upon his right eye. However, I did not flinch and that surprises me. He stares at me with his frost, blue eyes. His face shows no expression, and I cannot help but think that he is more guarded than I expected.

"Yes, I do believe in forgiveness. However, forgiveness is just the beginning of the process of regaining that person's trust, or rather trying to make up for what you did in hope that that person will once again accept you as you were before. You may have forgiven me, Elsa," he trails on,"but at the same time, you probably should not have even forgiven me to what I had said to you that day. I know that what I spoke to you took a great impact on you," he finishes but remains expressionless with furrowed brows. I merely look at him and I hide my surprised expression behind a small smile. I think I know just what to do from here.

"Then perhaps you can make amends with me by helping me with my medications?" I softly tell him while leaning towards him. He blinks at me before turning and opening my cubbie. I am given my medications while he then opens his own cubbie as well. We both are silent as we take our meds, only to hear our gulps. He then takes my bottled medication and placed it back into the plastic, glassed cubbie. He turns to me and holds out the key once more like he did earlier. However, this time I could see his eyes. I look at my key held in his hand, and I slowly and hesitantly reach out with both hands. He slightly flinches when I curl his fingers with my hands, having the key between his fingers and palm. I hold his hand with both of mine. Pale hands upon another pale one. I look up at him and Jack looks down at me. Yet again with those empty eyes. His hands are even cold, yet they hold such warmth. Why am I holding him where his body can use his hands to harm me?

"I want you to hold it for me, Jack," I said. He furrows his brows at me.

"Why?" he asked me, making him question my actions. I cannot blame Jack, for I am doing something that I tend to always avoid doing: touching a stranger.

"Because...it gives you a reason to come meet me at lunch hour. To get my meds without anyone's assistance," I  pause before giving his hand a squeeze with both of mine. "It lets me see you every day."

I say to him with a small smile. Jack looks down at our hands before looking up at me. I did mean what I had said, I strangely want to see him...want to get close to him...want to befriend him.

"Wouldn't you ask someone else?" Jack asked. I shake my head and sigh.

"There's no one else that I would rather ask other than you, Jack. Take this key as a symbol of our forgiveness. No more doubts of not having forgiveness, nor any grudges of the past. We must now put that behind us and move forward. I too should move forward from my traumatic past, and I believe that you should as well," I answered him sincerely. Jack slowly retracts his hand from both of mine. He raises the key in the air and looks at me. We continue to stare into each other's eyes before Jack places the key into his right pocket of his uniform navy, blue pants. He then places both his hands in his pockets. I am left to lay my hands folded in front of me. I look down and my short bangs shift upon my forehead.

"Then I guess we're going to do that," Jack suddenly says. I look up through my lashes at him. I see that he turn his head to the side and he sighs. He takes out his glasses and flicks it open. He places them upon his eyes and fixes his blazer. Jack then nods at me wordlessly and exits out the nurse's office. I am left there standing as I process that I had in fact made communication with another person other than Olaf. Did Jack just agree to befriend me? Or was the matter more towards to 'making it up' to me as he had said? I cannot know for sure...but I know that I must help Jack get past his guarded aura. His expressionless and emotionless face and his empty, cold eyes. I know that I can help Jack, and I know that he wishes for it as he too goes to the same therapy office as mine. I can only hope that as I help Jack heal...I can heal myself as well in the process.