Date: January 23rd
Dear Jack,
It's been a long time. It seems like only yesterday your sister came running into the village hysterically, screaming about how you'd fell through the ice. When we all rushed down to find you, it was too late. Your body was never recovered.
Sally traced the words she had written with her slender fingers, holding back tears. It had been so many years, and yet she still hadn't gotten over Jack. She knew it was stupid to think he would ever know she wrote this, but yet she felt like she owed it to him, since they had been dating before he had died. Tears trickled down her face as she picked up her pencil once more, concentrating on what to say.
Do you remember our first kiss, Jack? It was just hours before your accident. We were both so nervous. I think about that moment every night, since I can't sleep without you. I miss your voice. You were always able to talk me into getting into so much trouble with you, and I knew we would always be caught. Yet… I don't regret those times at all. If I could do everything over again with you, it still wouldn't be enough time to show you how much I really care. I regret never revealing my true emotions towards you until it was too late.
Sighing deeply, Sally shut the journal. It wasn't easy admitting to herself that he was really gone, but she knew if she kept lingering on the idea that one day, he would just come dancing into town like nothing had happened, she'd drown in the false hope. Feeling a chill, she stood up lightly and strode quickly into the kitchen, flicking her chestnut colored hair out of the way. Seeing her mother, she opened her mouth to speak, but quickly changed her mind and shut it before walking up the steps to her room and closing the door.
Jack leaned over the book Sally had been writing in, willing it to open back up so he could read the remaining words that had been written. Not sure if he would turn the front cover to ice or not, he dared not to open it. He yearned to feel her soft skin against his again and they rolled down hills of snow or hold her hand tightly while he guided her gracefully around the ice. Though he didn't know what had happened to him, he had summed up the fact that he wasn't alive. He knew he had drowned. The man in the moon had told him so, and yet, this wasn't what death had sounded like when it was talked of so often. Rubbing his eyes from straining them, Jack trotted up the stairs to try and catch another glimpse of Sally before he finally left this town. He knew he had already lingered too long, since it had been chilly throughout the whole last year. This was his fault, but he hadn't found out why he was able to do such an odd thing. When he reached to top of the stairs, he noticed the door was shut. Hoping Sally wasn't staring at her door, Jack swiftly opened the door and slid into the room. Sally was just as beautiful as ever, staring up at her ceiling in thought while tears fell off her cheeks. He felt a deep sorrow as he leaned over her and gently kissed her good-bye. Watching her shiver from this, he frowned sadly and left the room as fast as he had came. It was his time to leave this place, and there was no turning back.
300 Years Later
Jack smiled as he moved gracefully over the power lines, leaving long icicles hanging off of them. Though he hadn't heard from The Man in the Moon in many, many years, he was happy. The only thing that still hurt him was that he could not talk to anyone, nor could they see him. How he dreamed of playing with the children in this town he had come to rest in, or even to talk to the beautiful girl that walked so briskly to school every day. Jack enjoyed watching her take her cold morning strolls to school, bustling around some mornings because she was going to be late. Jack dreamed of attending school like kids did and having friends. But he knew his job was to create cold, though no one seemed to enjoy the cold for so long. Feeling the anger boiling in him that always comes when he gets to thinking about being alone for so long, Jack jumps down and starts to storm along the sidewalks and roads, creating giant ice patches that will cause chaos when everyone starts rushing around. Smiling at his work, he swiftly jumps up to the top of a building and waits for the morning to start. Only 30 minutes later, cars are skidding around the roads and people are falling on their asses. Jack smirked until he saw the girl he fancied slip and fall.
Rushing down to check on her, he remembers that there's nothing he can do to help her. A feeling of regret rushes over him and he softly mutters, "wind, take me home." With a giant gust that stirs the girl's shoulder-length blonde hair, Jack flies off towards the wooded area on the outskirts of town. Landing gracefully, Jack kicks up a pile of snow with his bare feet before storming inside a tiny cottage that's well hidden by trees. After starting a fire, Jack plops down on a small sofa and sighs. All he wants is to be known. Then he would be able to go to school, to talk to other people, to be alive.