A/N: Uhm.. I know this is a bit OOC, though I did try to keep them in character. I also know this is VERY quick. But hey, this is tumblr! I can't write a freakin' novel here. XD; just a quick story (is this quick?!).

Inspired by: "I Lived" by OneRepublic. Listen to it. You'll get it. XD Enjoy!


I have been living a life that everyone wanted me to live, and up until that day, I hadn't really thought about changing it. See, I work at an office. After I graduated college, I moved to New York to pursue the fashion industry. I wanted to make clothes that supported women for who they were, and not for what the world wanted them to be.

But…

That didn't work out. I ended up at an office job that I hated. Of course I took it just so I could live in my apartment. However, it's been two years since I took this job and I haven't even had a chance to really draw and submit my work. I'm feeling dragged down by it all, yet I keep waking up, going to work and doing the same old thing.

I wanted a change, I just didn't realize change would come in the form of a man.


The day I met my Fate, was a warm day in New York. I was leaving the building to go get some lunch when a messenger on his bike flew by me, forcing me to jump back, which is when I bumped into him.

"Oh! I'm sorry." I turned around and blinked. "Are you alright?" The man smiled, "no harm done," He said. There was this look about him; the look of a wild, free spirit. I could tell he had come from some amazing adventure, his hair was windblown, his eyes sparkling with the wanderlust I'd seen in only a few people in the city.

"Good," I smiled turning to continue on my way, when his pale hand touched my arm.

"Sorry, I know you're busy, but I wondering if you knew a good place to eat that isn't too expensive. I'm on a budget," he shrugged. I looked him over, noting his ragged shirt and pants. A person like this would normally set off all my "creep" alarms. But there was just something so different about him, I felt… I felt bad for him. He seemed kind and honest. I don't know why I thought so, perhaps it was his huge blue eyes and that pleading look. The look of someone who hasn't really had a friend before.

"Sure," I smiled, "I kno' a good place." Living in New York, my Scottish accent faded a bit. I never let it go entirely, I love my homeland. "Follow me." I instructed, leading him down the sidewalk.

"Thank you so much!" He said, tightening his grip on the backpack. He walked with long strides, he was much taller than me. Lanky and a bit muscular in build. He was like no one in the large city. He stood out, he wasn't part of this wild world of buildings that shot to the sky. He was made of something different. Though his hair would put him in the city without any trouble. It was stark white, and of course, I wondered why.

"I'm Jack, Jack Frost." He held his hand out to me, I shook it.

"Merida DunBroch."

My name made him grin broadly.

"So, what do you do?" He asked suddenly.

"Uhm… I am a paper pusher, basically." I replied, embarrassed. "What about you?

He grinned, "I have the best job ever."

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"I'm a wanderer. I go wherever I want, whenever I want. I'm not weighed down by jobs."

I stared at him quizzically, "how do you make money?"

Jack shrugged, "I run a blog online. A travel blog. I have a few connections and I make money from all the traffic I get."

"How do you get that much attention?"

"Well, I first became recognized when I adventured across Alaska. That was my first adventure. It was dangerous! But super exciting," Jack glanced down at me, I could see the wild look in his eyes now. He was a creature of a different world.

"Did you ever get attacked by Polar Bears?" I asked, feeling a bit silly.

"Sure, I once had to run for my life.. Luckily, there was a campsite with a few hunters who had guns. They didn't shoot the bear, but warned it off."

"That sounds amazing."

Jack's eyebrows shot up, "I see."

"See?"

"Yeah. You hate that office."

I flapped my mouth, wondering how he knew that, "is it that obvious?"

"Kinda," He chuckled.

I remember, we talked a lot more after that. I even paid for his lunch. We traded emails. After work (and researching his blog), I met up with him at another restaurant and we talked even more. My heart raced at the idea of living the adventures he did.

"I… I want to do what I love."

Jack looked at me over his glass, his eyes understanding, "then… do it."

"I can't! I wouldn't have money," I protested. "I can't make payments with air."

"I know that. But, if you don't take a chance, who's to say you won't make it? You have to take risks to get your dreams." Jack shrugged, "I gave up a University education to travel. I realized college wasn't for me and that there wasn't any degree that could help me travel. Only the world could teach me what I needed to know. Best decision I ever made."

I looked down at my plate, "Then… I should take the risk."

"Yes."

My eyes met his and I smiled. That's how it all started. After a year of trying, I didn't get any closer to my dream. I emailed Jack, I told him I wanted to journey with him. He didn't respond, and I was about to lose my apartment when he showed up at my door, holding an empty backpack.

"Come on."

From then on my life changed, and I never looked back.