"Wow," Jack murmued, once I was finished telling him. "That's, umm, that's-"

"Weird?" I asked, gliding my feet across the ice, keeping my arms outstretched to keep me balanced. He paused for a moment before replying.

"No, not at all."

I look up at him, and grin. "You hesitated,"

"What? No, I didn't."

"Sure, whatever you say," I rolled my eyes. "What did you expect? I'm the Spirit of Death."

"Yeah, I know. But I just thought that I was the only one who actually died." He ran his hands through his hair.

"Well, so did I," I stopped sliding. "Did you know?"

"Know what?" Jack used his staff and made more snow.

"That you had died, when you woke up?"

He bit his lip, and sighed. "No. All I saw was darkness. Then somehow, I was lifted out of the ice, and I saw the moon. Then I knew everything was okay. It was like, uh, I don't know how to describe it. But you kno-"

"I don't, actually. I knew when I woke up. How did you find out, though?"

He made a little rectangle with his hands. "A tooth box."

"Huh?"

Jack chuckled. "According to the Tooth Fairy, teeth hold the most precious memories. So I found my teeth from my old life, and saw. Did you know?"

"I told you I kne-"

"No. Did you know I had no heartbeat? No pulse. I don't breathe,"

I opened my mouth, but stopped. Now that I think about it, Jack doesn't have a heartbeat. And his chest doesn't move. I don't feel any life radiating off him. I skated toward him, then grabbed his arm. As I put my fingers on his wrist, I felt nothing. I let go of his arm, and grabbed his shoulder. Then I tried to find his pulse on his neck. Nothing again.

He smirked. "Told you."

I took a step back.

"I know you miss him, but it's time too let him go,"

A tear slipped out her eye and she shakily replied, "Never,"

I shook my head and Jack pulled me out of my haze.

"So I have a question for you," Jack said, and grabbed my hand. Something screamed at me to pull away, but I let him. He rolled up the sleeve on my left arm. "I saw it when I first met you, but I didn't bring it up. Do you know who killed you?"

My eyes stared at the burn. It was the size of my hand, and I can still feel the sensation from when I had first got it.

"No," I muttered.

"Well, maybe it was a mistake."

I glare at him.

"It was no mistake."

"You don't know that,"

I look down. "Guess not."

I felt guilty about lying to Jack, but what other choice do I have? Telling the truth would make him look at me like I'm a kicked puppy, and lying only keeps a part hidden. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

"Probably just a harmless camp fire."

"Didn't seem harmless while I burned in it,"

"You okay?" Jack rolls the sleeve down to my wrist. "Seems like you know more than you're letting on,"

I pull my arm away. "I've never seen a fire where I lived. I'm just saying, maybe it wasn't an accident,"

"There's a first for everything, right, Hayley?" He jokes.

I sighed. "Jack, about the other day-"

"You were wrong you know," He cuts me off.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "About what?"

"You don't have to be alone. You just want too."

"No, I seriously have too."

"But why? Aren't you happy when someone keeps you company? I was alone for three hundred years and I would never let myself go back to that."

I looked down at my feet before whispering, "It's complicated."

"No, it's not. You make it seem like it is, but it's not, Hayley."

"It's just feels better when I keep to myself. That prevents any destruction, or-"

"Or what?"

Jack balances himself on one leg, and slides across the ice. I haven't notice he was ice skating this whole time. "Everyone I'm around, ends up getting hurt."

"Not everyone," He catches my eye and smiles. "I'm still here."

"For now,"

"I'm find it best to look at the present. Who's knows what's going to happen in the future-"

"Father Time," I mumble.

"Because maybe your little prediction might turn out wrong." Jack continues.

"Maybe it won't."

"You're really depressing, did you know that?"

"Gee, thanks. Because every teenaged girl wants another teenager to say that they are, in fact, depressing."

Jack laughed. "Sorry, but your mood is killing my fun vibe."

I roll my eyes. And, even though I scream at myself not too, smile.

I'm getting too attached. I can't let this go on. How could something be so wrong but feel so right? I mean, I know it's safer to stay away from Jack, but I feel a connection toward him. Like I was meant to be with him all along. Maybe being alone isn't the right answer, maybe Jack's right.

But, so many people have gotten hurt. And they didn't deserve to be. And it was all my fault.

Jack was about to open his mouth to say something, when I pointed out the sky. He gave me a confused look, and I said, "It's alive."

He looked up and saw the Northern Lights in the sky. Jack groaned and grabbed his staff.

"What's wrong?" I asked, still mesmerized by the show. "You don't like it?"

"No, I think the lights are actually quite nice," He runs his hands through his snow white hair. "But that's North's signal for the Guardians to stop what they are doing and have a meeting which is about him rambling on and on for he first half of all the 'naughty' things I've done in the past month."

"Oh." I looked at him and saw him looking at me. Jack flew closer so we were about a foot apart. He stuck out his hand, and I reached to grab it. But, something possessed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. Jack was surprised by the action, and slowly snaked his free arm around my waist. I pulled away and gave a small smile. "Be back soon?"

"Uh," Jack was still dazed. 'Yeah. Of course." He turned around, and I awkwardly pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He started to fly off the ground, but he looked back at me, and his head hit a tree branch. I cringed as Jack fell to he ice. "Im okay!" Jack reassured me. He rubbed his head and tried again, this time avoiding the branch.

I bit my lip from laughing as he almost flew into another tree.

As much as I hate to admit, I was falling for Jack Frost.