Jack didn't know exactly when he first developed it or if it was always there just building up and up until it couldn't be ignored anymore. No longer to be brushed aside with a joke or a snowball pushed aside and forgotten about just as easily. What he did know was that it was life changing and it was a result of his so called life beforehand.
Jack laughed as he flew to London playing with the Wind and twirling along in its embrace.
Let's give them a snow day to remember Jack thought a smirk appearing on his face at the idea.
As the spirit landed the snowfall picked up its pace at his excitement as a new flurry of snow fell down upon the already covered grounds.
Jack spotted a group of children playing with each other squealing as the cold nipped at them, and made his way towards them. Ducking between them dodging the projectiles a small smile grew on his face as the winter spirit joined in the snowball fight.
Jack then began to pretend that they could see him and were playing with him and be able to for once touch him-his thoughts tumbled to a stop as a panicked feeling came to the front of Jack's mind at….at what the thought of them actually being able to touch him?
Shoving it away for now he rejoined the fight with the kids again. Laughter and squeals of delight reached his ears. Grinning Jack turned to see a girl with bright red cheeks and brown hair whipping in the wind coming his way with giddiness in her eyes no doubt chasing someone else.
As she grew closer he started to feel some anxiety and fear at her proximity. His breaths became erratic and coming out in short panicked bouts. He quickly jumped out of the way and flew to perch on a tree overlooking them. Safely away from her Jack tried to calm his heartbeat as the fear decreased.
What, what was that all about? Jack mused when his frazzled state began to ebb away.
All he was doing was thinking that she could see him and was coming to play and…and… his thoughts trailed off as his fear spiked through the roof again and the spirits mind started to fall into dismay.
It was then that Jack realized that he had somehow in some way gotten fearful of the mere concept of physical contact with someone else.
"I'm, I'm afraid of it!" Jack exclaimed as the revelation slowly trickled in.
All those years of people walking thorough him, he paused the memories of the pain people phasing though him as if he didn't existed played across Jack's mind before he locked them back up again, it must have made him start to fear physical contact coupled with being alone for so long with no one even being able to touch Jack. Numbness followed as he pondered the consequences of his sudden discovery. No one could touch him ever again…..no one ever…..
The immortal child snapped out of it telling himself it was alright, it wouldn't be so bad, and that it wasn't a big deal. After all who was there that could possibly even touch him anyways? Wanting a bit of familiar comfort he called Wind to take him to his lake thoughts of snowballs and snow days long forgotten. As Jack was picked up in its breeze he let himself calm down with the knowledge that he wouldn't be touched because no one was there even if that brought a pang of loneliness.
And for over a century there wasn't.
First fanfiction ever let me know what you guys think.