I Don't Know

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Jack's POV:

The man in moon didn't tell me much, but I knew that something had happened. Something big. And it had to do with her. Elsa.

We weren't a fling. When you can't stop thinking about someone when they're not around, that's not a fling. When you remember their touch just like they were still right next to you, that's not a fling. I don't know what we are, but we weren't a fling.

The wind carries me quickly over the seas. I feel it hit my face, a warm rush of air. I watch the ocean crash against each other, sending foam up and outward. The black colorless depths of the water keep me from losing my hold on the wind.

 I look back forward and watch the sun slowly set.

"I'm coming," I whisper as land appears in my view.

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