Sunken || One-shots

Under pressure

Short description: (Jack & Elsa)

Jack is suffering from insomnia because he kept having the same nightmare.

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I felt sick. There was this incredibly nauseating feeling that kept popping up every now and then despite not having eaten anything yet.

Maybe it was the fact that I haven't eaten anything yet.

For the past few days and nights I struggled to keep myself asleep, even when I just close my eyes I would see the same image in my head. It was like a video on a loop.

I opened my phone to check the time. 3:34 am. I supposed you can safely say most people are asleep now.

I should be asleep now.

"What is happening with me." I asked myself, staring at the ceiling.

Not long I felt my eyelids starting to feel heavier. It was to the point where I couldn't stop it from closing.

That's when I saw it again. For the nth time now. I gasped and sat up. I wasn't even on my bed, i was just on my couch.

"She's fine. Everything's fine." I kept telling myself.

I checked my phone again, this time it was to check if there were any sort of notification that came in.

None. Zero. Null. Nada.

No messages. No missed calls. No emails. Nothing.

"She's fine, right?" My hands trembled as I unlocked my phone.

In an instant I see her face. Smiling brightly, her platinum blonde hair almost glowing because of the sun, her even rosier than normal because of her make-up skillfully done by her cousin. She looked stunning and I was so glad I got the chance to take a photo of her that day.

I know Elsa said it's a bit embarrassing for her to see her face on someone else's phone as a wallpaper but I say it's too beautiful of a picture to not be one.

For a moment I almost forgot why I unlocked the phone in the first place.

Messages.

I opened our conversation. I already sent 5 consecutive texts. Any more than that and I'd feel like I'm being too clingy.

Maybe she thinks I'm too clingy.

Maybe I should just stop for now.

"I can't." I told myself standing up. Out of instinct I swiped to call her.

She's not picking up. Of course she's not picking up, it's 3 in the morning, it's too late for people to still be up and too early to wake up.

But that's weird. It's been days. It's been almost a week and I haven't heard from her.

That's it. I'm going to their house.

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I picked out a bouquet of flowers on my way and of course got her a box of chocolates she always loved to buy before. I wanted to bring more but I was barely in the right condition to be driving to her house, let alone drive all over town collecting gifts.

It just so happens the sweets shop was not far from my house and the flower shop was something I just saw on my way to theirs.

I arrived without a scratch which was a relief.

"I'm here for Elsa." I told the tenant of her apartment.

The sweet old lady nodded. "I know." She gave me a smile as I walked inside. "Her sister was just here a moment ago, she had gifts too, is it a special day perhaps?"