Fight for me
If it's not too late
Help me breathe again...
No this can't be how the story ends
Jack had to admit that Jamie was right as he felt tears fall from his own face. Things couldn't end like this. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched Jamie break down at the edge of his pond. He knew then that, despite how things might end up... He couldn't leave things be. He couldn't just not try and so he decided it was time to tell Jamie the truth. He moved to float down to his first believer when something caught his eye. What rotten timing. North was calling the Guardians and with a painful glance towards Jamie, he vowed that he would come back just as fast as he could and he would make things right.
He wasn't sure how he would make things right exactly; Jack just knew that his heart told him this was the right thing to do. That he needed to fight for the love that was pounding in his chest, that had never left either of them despite being away from one another for two years. He felt that he needed to make it up to Jamie. After all, Jamie was his first believer... his first love in 300 some years... since he'd become Jack Frost.
