Hello everyone! Welcome to my first one shot "The Wind"

I must say this will sadly be short but if you would like more please review and tell me so. I would gladly make this a whole story, and might even pair them as a couple. (sorry my Jelsa fans…) even if you are strictly a Jelsa fan, (I personally eat, breath, and dream Jelsa) please read because it took me so long to think of this and I really wanted to be descriptive.

Shall we begin? YEP? YES? Okay let's get started.

The first time he had felt her presence was when he really started to think.

'I wonder if the wind… isn't just… the wind.'

That thought was about to turn his whole world upside down. You see had never really thought of the wind as a boy. The wind would be a girl in his mind. It just felt fitting. When the breeze ruffled his hair, it didn't feel playful and ruff. Well, sometimes maybe. But mostly for Jack, it felt like small slender finger tips were combing through his silver locks, playing with and twisting his hair.

And the days when the air whipped at his face or stung his cheeks, he would think that his friend was being grouchy, or was angry at him for some reason, and slapping him in the face for his reckless actions. (Girl hormones you know ;D)

And when the wind was strong in his face, while still not stinging. The days when he would have a hard time flying straight. He imagined the wind was rough housing with him. Like they were wrestling as a brother and sister would.

And sometimes, he imagined that he wasn't really flying at all. It was his friend, picking him up and carrying him somewhere. He imagined the girl, carrying him like he was nothing while his face was flushed with embarrassment. He cringed but all the while laughed at the thought.

So what would she look like you ask? Jack had thought about this many times before.

Well she would be an inch shorter than him, and he would still be taller than her, even if she got on her toes. She be jealous all the time that he was taller and often get angry about it, ranting on that it wasn't fair that she was immortal and stuck at the same height forever.

And her hair? It would be raven black. The exact opposite of his. And so long that it was down to her thighs. It would be so smooth it felt like silk. And in the light it would seem to shine a dark navy. And even if her hair was whipped around from flying everywhere, all tangled and frilly, she would still look perfect.

And her eyes. They could take any persons breath away. They were a beautiful deep gray. Like the color of thunder clouds. And when they shone under the moon light they seemed to light up with a thousand stars. They were big and round. Perfect for gazing into.

And her skin. White and silvery. It was soft and smooth. She would have beautiful long silvery fingers, and short nails. The same hands that were used to comb through his hair. Her embrace would send shivers up his spine, but in the end, it would somehow leave him feeling warm.

Her lips. Her lips would be a smooth shade of a pearl pink. Smooth and round. But with a small imperfection that would follow her into immortality. Her bottom lip, slight bigger than the top. She would always be subconscious about it, thinking it made her look weird, or made her look like she had a slight pout, but in all honesty, no one would ever see it.

That's another thing. She would be shy. Shy around most people except for him. They would be able to do anything together. Their friendship was unbreakable.

And she would be embarrassed by compliments. If she had human blood running through her body she would have blushed a deep rose color.

And the way she brought winds and storms and summer breezes? She sang. And her voice. Her voice would be thick and sweet like honey. And only if the whole world could hear her song in the wind, they would appreciate it so much more.

He thought her to be so perfect, she would even be the moons daughter.

He continued to think about her. How perfect she would be. His sister.

He knew he had a sister in the life before that of his own immortality, but still he felt as if this person would help him come to terms that his sister died. Died a long, long time ago. (His sister is not the wind, sorry.)

And so that one night her presence grew the strongest. He closed his eyes.

"I know." He spoke calmly, "I know you're here."

And as he opened his eyes he found her. She was just as he had imagined. She was clad in an outfit of black and gray. And she looked exactly like he had thought she would look. But the thing that caught his attention was her song. Beautiful. It sounded so melancholy, like she was bringing a long pouring rain. And the one thing that made his heart wrench the most?

She was crying.

Silent tears streamed down her face.

And as the note of the song ended of a sweet soft note, she turned, bringing her shining eyes to him. She stopped, and took a long gasp of air she knew she didn't need and just stared.

"Wind." Jack said in a smiling whisper.

"Oh, Jack!" she sobbed out as she ran towards him as fast as she could, and jumped into his arms as they embraced each other. "You can see me." She whispered when she was calm.

"I can see you." He said smiling and hugging her closer.

And her embrace felt warm, just as he imagined.

So how was it? Please review and come check out my Burning Ice story if you haven't already! Should I continue this story The Wind? Bye my lovelies! :3