Can It Be?

Chapter 17

*Elsas POV*

My eyes snap open. My head hurts making me groan as I sit up. But what I see isn't what I'd expect to see. My own body is laying on the floor, from across the room.

Then that means...I dig around the jacket of another. My sole mate. Eventually my hands feel a rough leather cover.

I quickly pull it out and flip to a random part in, what I think is a journal. What I find, is a poem.

They Say, go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh, it's been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

Don't you give up,
I won't give up,
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don't you give up,
I won't give up,
Let me love you
Let me love you
Oh baby, baby

Don't fall asleep
At the reigns, we've got a million miles ahead of us
Miles ahead of us
All that we need
Is a rude awakening to know we're good enough
Know we're good enough

Say go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away
Never let you go, never let me down
Oh it's been a hell of a ride
Driving the edge of a knife
Never let you go, never let me down

Don't you give up,
I won't give up,
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don't you give up,
I won't give up,
Let me love you
Let me love you
Oh baby, baby

Never let you go. Woah,

Never let you go
Never let you go. Oh no no no no
Never let you go. Yeah yeah.

Don't you give up,
I won't give up,
Let me love you
Let me love you
Don't you give up,
I won't give up,
Let me love you
Let me love you

My eyes stop reading for a moment. For my heart is aching because of these words that he wrote. Is this who I think it is? Can it be?

I quickly take out a pencil from inside my sole mates jacket, and start drawing my necklace next to his poem. It could be made into a song that would fill anyone with longing to be with another.

This journal on its own could tell me who is its owner. The pages after the poem are blank. Like he only writes day by day. I go to the beginning of journal.

The writer speaks of his days as a child. I smile at his mischievous ways. Then it goes on how he....

I drop the journal and walk away quickly. I try looking in my mirror, but they're all gone.

Stupid universe.

It can be..but he is...but what if it was all an act? What if-?

I don't have anymore time to ponder on it as, once again, my eyes shut close and the I posses body falls to the floor.

*Jacks POV*

I wake up with a sharp pain on my head. Like I've fallen a few times too many. I rub my head as I sit up. That's when my memory is jogged.

Elsa is queen.

I came to see her in the middle of the night.

I kissed her again..and again, and again, and again....There isn't anything that I regret about it. I have to write down what happened tonight.