Well i didn't expect myself to write one more chapter, but I did xD I just want to write more details and what happened afterwards. And it's the last chapter. Please review and any suggestion is welcome!
8933(sorry somehow i kept failing typing your name): Thanks a lot! I'm glad you like it!
Guest: Thanks! And I'll try to write clearlier!
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They all remembered the day they were back to present. Everyone was quiet, unable to talk. Sorrow showed on their face. Tears streaming down Jack's cheeks but he turned his back to them, not giving them a chance to see his weakness. He said nothing and just flew to his own room North had given him. He locked himself in it all day, and no one tried to bother him.
He sat by the window for the rest of the day, silently looking at the moon. It was bright and big, moonlight so soft that seems to comfort him. The cross, which he held carefully, was shining under the moonlight.
For a long time he had no idea what it meant to him, and paid little attention on it. Now he had understood. It was not only a cross, but also an amazing gift, a gift that he should have no chance to receive.
But he did receive it. It was somehow a connection between Leona and him, their only connection in fact. It held one of his most important memories, one of his most important girls.
For now, Jack stood alone in front of a tomb. He had no idea how he found it. He just knew it was there, like he had been told so in the very deep of his mind. He kept silent, staring at her tomb, reading the words on it.
He had expected she would live a very happy life afterwards, but the words had corrected him. She, his beloved girlfriend, with whom he wasn't able to stay, died of flu five years after his own death. It was certainly a shock to Jack. She didn't married anyone during her lifetime. She died so young, so terribly young, with so many hope.
So did he.
He had wondered since he now became an immortal. Was it a punishment or not? If he had never become Jack Frost, was it possible for him to be a human again, as a different identity? He died just to save his sister. That's the only simple reason. He never thought to be Jack Frost.
He knew, that his life would go on forever- or maybe his life had ended three hundred years ago. It's he that would live on forever, but at the same time watching those weak humans getting older and older, and finally die. He had seen people die, so helpless. He couldn't do anything.
Inside his immortal, forever-young body, it was his soul that endured hundreds of years of loneliess.
If only he could, he wouldn't want to be Jack Frost but Jackson Overland Frost. He would be willing to give up his ability of making snow or frost.
But he couldn't.
Wordless, a silver-headed winter spirit flew away, leaving only some frost on the tomb.
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So how is it? Please tell me what you think!
