Spark in the darkness (Inspired by Why Don't We)

21. Temptations

I couldn't believe my luck. The foolishly happy smile didn't want to come off my face when I was lying on my back in Jack's room, listening to his heart beat.  I could feel myself being so relaxed how I have never been in my whole life.

I felt like the blood in my veins turned into excitement and love. My heart was keeping me alive and after a while I realized that my heart and Jack's heart were beating the same. Quickly, steadily and in sync. Knowing this, I was on the edge of exploading of happiness.

My head was rested on his chest, while he was playing with my hair. I asked him. "Jack?" He looked over at me, a little snicker escaping out of his lips. I took that as a permission to continue. "Have you ever considered becoming a proffessional singer?"

He released a sigh. "I don't know, Ems. It's quite risky and the chance that I would success is one to billion."

That caught my attention. I propped myself on my elbow to have better sight at him. He ran his hand through his hair and said, sounding extremely longing.

"I've always imagined myself singing for crowds of people, the camera flashes and all. I love singing from the bottom of my heart, it's my way of expressing myself." He looked at me hesitantly, scratching his back like he was afraid that I would laugh at him.

I smiled. "Yeah, I know. It's quite apparent. Everyone has their ways of expressing themselves, there's nothing wrong about that." I stroked his cheek while it was slowly turning red.

He smiled. "Thank you, Emmie." I furrowed my brows. "What for?"

He laughed. "For being so understanding, so supportive." He whispered, thanking me for the most obvious thing.

I said. "Jack, don't ever thank me for this, that's obvious. That's why I'm here." He let out a smile, then saddened again.

"My dad wants me to become a bussinessman. He has this idea that I would take care of the company he helped to establish and I mean, I don't blame him, it's a secure job and he left his soul there. I just don't feel like I want to have that much of pressure on myself, you know, the responsibilty."

I asked him softly. "What would you want to do then?"

His vision clouded with the desire of something else. He started saying, his eyes were shining with excitement. I couldn't help but listen to him and stare at him fascinatedly.

"I'd love to do something music related. A producer or something like that. And I've always dreamt of owning a record label, where I could make my own music, you know. I don't know how to write songs, but I'm sure I can learn that. I tried to write something, but it's trash." As soon as he said it, he snapped his head up like he had woken up from a dream.

His voice suddenly lost the excitement with what he was speaking just a second ago and sounded nonchalant again. "I know it's impossible, so for now I just want to enjoy my life and do my best to win the skating competition." He summed up and didn't look at me, because he knew I wasn't going to buy it. Just by one look in his eyes I could tell this wasn't what he wanted.

I said to him softly. "Jack, you shouldn't give up on your dreams just because your dad wants you to do something else. It's your life, not his, and you can do anything you want with it. If music makes you happy, then work hard to achieve success. Your dad can't tell you what to do, that's not how it's suppossed to be." I smiled at him encouragingly.

I was feeling outraged at his father for keeping him from his dream. Jack deserved to be happy, to be free. He set me free and showed me the path I was suppossed to take. I wanted to do the same for him, to show him he could do anything he put his mind to, because it was true.