This is the shortest chapter I've ever written but it felt so right to stop here, so yeah. Here you go. And now it's cold next to me, I swear I have my own Jack Frost that follows me around. I don't own Rise of the Guardians, but maybe my guardian angel is Jack Frost.
I jumped right out of my skin. "Who said that?" I asked the air franticly.
"You should know…" he replied lightly and I could hear the smile in his voice, "you just said it."
The voice matched the one of the boy, Jack, from my dream. This all made sense, yet it was still so far-fetched I couldn't wrap my mind around it. "Jack Frost…?" I questioned hopefully.
"In the flesh…well, sort of," he chuckled at the end of his response, and for some reason, I laughed as well.
"Can I see you then, Jack?" Here I was, sixteen years old, sitting on my bed at two in the morning, talking to Jack Frost; the legend.
"Do you believe in me?" he bantered in response. "Once you say you believe in me, you'll be able to see me."
I debated my options mentally and, as I looked at my Christmas charm bracelet, I knew it didn't take much to figure out that I still believed in Jack Frost and Santa and the like. "I believe in you, Jack Frost. I always have and I always will," I stated strongly as the figure of a thin boy mirroring my pose materialized in front of me.