The Peasant's Promise

Lost

•Jack's POV•

I set the picture frame
down, backing against the wall. I hit it so hard, a painting falls off the wall. I was so, so stupid. I should have never come here. I shake my head, backing away from the door to go back to the window. I start to climb down the ivy when suddenly, the door opens. In the doorway is the silhouette of a middle aged woman, and a younger woman behind her. The older woman looks at me with disgust.

"You." She says angrily, a long paddle in her hand. She yanks the younger girl in front of her, and the young girl cries out in pain as the woman pushes her to the floor. She looks up at me, tears streaming down her face. She points to me, whispering,"Go."

Elsa...

I get out of the windowsill, rushing to her despite the pain I was feeling. She gets up, wrapping her arms around me tightly. I notice her hands; they're bleeding. Did...did that woman do that?

She did, because as Elsa embraces me, she pulls her away from me. Elsa shouts,"Gerda, please!" just as the paddle came striking down onto my back. I fall, backing away as I cry out in pain.

Everything goes black after she hits me for the fifth time.

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I wake up in a cold, dark room. I look down to see gashes on my body. What happened? I can only remember being blacked out because Gerda kept hitting me with that forsaken paddle.

I look around army surroundings. A pile of mouse droppings is beside the door, making the smell much harder to bear. I try to pull myself up, but it is no use.

I'm chained to the wall.

Where's Elsa? How is she doing? If only I knew if she was okay...

Then, a gruff voice says from behind the door,"Don't be long, your Majesty. If the headmistress found out.."

"Thank you for this, Morgan. I won't forget what you've done for me." The door opens, revealing a platinum blonde wearing a long robe. Her hair was down, and I could tell she had been crying. Snowflakes fell as she stared into my eyes.

Oh, how beautiful she looked. But oh, how broken she seemed.

And it's all my fault.

"Jack," she gasps as she sits down beside me,"what did they do to you?"

I shrug, pain striking up my body. I wince, looking away from her so she won't see the pain in my eyes. "I don't know. I just woke into consciousness a few moments ago."

"Oh, Jack," she sobbed, touching my bruised and bare chest. My heart beat faster at that.

"This is all my fault. I am so sorry."

"No. It's mine. If I hadn't came here..."

"Why did you come?"

There it was. Should I tell her what I felt, or conceal my true feelings?

I decide to tell the truth.

"It's because I missed you. It's because I love you." I took her hand as she gasped. She eyed me, shaking her head.

"Jack-"

"Please, don't say anything. I already know you can't."

"No, it's not that. Jack...I love you, too." She blushed, looking away from me.

Oh my...

She loves me. She loves me.

I take my chained, bloodied hands to her face,, pressing my lips on hers. She doesn't protest or pull away; to my surprise, she deepens the kiss further.

It feels like years we have embraced, when really it was only a few seconds. I still loved it. I loved her.

Even when my heart will stop beating.

A/N: God this is so short. I am so sorry for the hurried writing. I'll try to edit this later. I am so sorry this sucked, but I hope you at least enjoyed it.