En Clair


Jack had often found himself in deep thought about a certain cerulean-eyed lady of sheer posture. He wouldn't share it with her nor voice it out—oh no, no, no. That would be a terrible no.

But a simple solution to the overwhelming cogitation wrecking his mind is to write it to his journal and inscribe what his crazy thoughts are saying. It was simple and normal, until Aster had found out about it, laughed and said something that made Jack's cheeks ruddy.

Oh, it wasn't the end of his demise.

Aster had run off, with the journal in his left hand, exclaiming he'll give it to Elsa—and Jack could swear upon his Grandmother's grave that he hadn't ran so fast like his life depended on it...but still, he couldn't beat the fiend. He was four steps behind and could clearly see Aster giving out the cursed horcrux to Elsa's open hand.

He waited for a day and decided not to make an appearance to her, but he saw her walking up to his direction with a glorious smile on her face.