Originally named Left(I know, title sucks)

I wrote this yesterday actually, after reading a Bennefrost fic that made me cry and broke my feels

I love Bennefrost, Bennefrost is my OTP

I'm sorry if this is hard to understand and somewhat too scattered

Any questions leave a message or simply pm me would do.(I've been told that I left questions unanswered...

Disclaimer: I don't own Rise of the Guardians. If I did then it would've been much longer and have more Bennefrost and I would've ordered the crew to come up with a grown-up Jamie. That's how you know for sure I'm just borrowing these boys

R&R please!

He's been with him for as long as he can remember. Ever since he was eight.

He came every year, every winter, never failing, ten years straight.

"Everyone exists for someone else."

"Happy birthday, Jamie."

It was his eighteenth, the one he was supposed to be turning into an adult.

"What? No gift?" the teen teased with a grin.

It was soft and gentle and cool, the feeling of Jack Frost's lips pressed on his own. A flurry of snowflakes drifting down.

First kiss, for both of them, the brown-haired lad and the immortal spirit.

"After all, this is my last chance."

Birthdays requires a call of a celebration, but that bitter-sweet smile playing on his lips and his eyes so blue, so pained, so full of sorrow, Jamie could no longer feel any joy.

Dread.

"You're leaving?" his voice caught in his throat.

"Everyone exists for someone else."

"Don't go."

But the wind is blowing in and rushing and swirling and taking away everything, ripping away Jack's snowflakes.

And he could see Wind's efforts at trying to stop them, blocking and deflating as well as she could.

Panic.

But even then, Jack just stood there, unfazed if anything.

A barrier of some sort formed beside them, wrapping them in a calm bubble, away from the raging world.

And so Jamie stood there, staring at his delicate face. From his sparkly silver wind-blown hair to his pale white skin to his beautiful blue eyes to the smile still hanging there.

"I love you, Jamie."

The bubble popped and everything whirred back to life. Jamie stretched out a hand with his mouth half-open, ready to call out.

And it stopped.

So there he stood.

Jamie Bennett, on his eighteenth birthday. Standing under a single perfectly frosted tree in his backyard, his expression lost and shocked, and tears running down his cheeks.

If you asked him later on, he couldn't remember anything after that.

But he pain was real and tight in his chest, he remembered.

"If I had to exist for someone, I'm glad it's you, Jamie."

"Do I exist for someone else, too?" he wondered out loud, waiting for an answer from a certain white-haired teen he knew he wouldn't get.

He looked up at the night moon sometimes.

"Why did he have to leave?"

"Why did you take him away from me?"

"I love him."

"So, so much."

Jamie choked, unable to hold back the whimper building at the back of his throat.

"Jack, I miss you."

Guardians of Childhood.

They protect children and their beliefs.

Jack never really had many believers, but always laughing it off, refusing to be troubled by it, claiming that Jamie is the only one he needs.

So when Jamie turned eighteen to develop into adulthood, Jack had to go.

But of course, the Man in the Moon never replies in clear answers.

"Today is my nineteenth, Jack."

"I'm guessing there's no present from you."

"It's already been a year."

He lets himself cry once more.

And it still hurts like hell.

The moon gleamed on.

-END

What r u talking about of course I'm not sobbing in a corner