Jack
Four days later...*
My alarm blares under my pillow. Before Elsa hears it, I shut it off. I ruffle my hair and make my way to the bathroom. I stumble over desks, her closet, and the corner of the bed. I wince and mutter a curse under my breath as I finally find the door.
When I walk in, I find myself to be a nervous wreck in the mirror. I ignore my appearance and hop into the shower.
After that, I get dressed in the usual blue shirt and brown capris and grab my suit and staff (just in case). I rush out the door to catch my carriage.
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Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic
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