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Summary: In which Jack finds comfort in darkness.

11. Hopeless

Darkness surrounded him, pure and thick. It chased the light away and crushed his memories.
The cold was suffocating, overwhelming. It froze his lungs, his limbs and his heartbeat.

He knew he was drowning, dying - painfully slowly.

The waters kept pulling his frozen body down, locking him into its tight embrace, claiming him forever.
Fear bursted into his spirit, choking him, turning hope into despair. He'd never escape the cold.

It hurt so much to simply exist.
Had he ever lived before that?

He couldn't remember his name. He knew he had a name once, but it slipped away as easily as the warmth had left his body. He felt empty, hopeless, a broken doll that had been tossed aside and forgotten by its owners.

"Shh... it's fine. You're fine."

And then a strange kind of warmth found him, sneaking gently amidst the pure cold. Strong arms pulled him closer and deeper into darkness, but he wasn't scared anymore. The darkness now meant safety, company. As long as it was dark, he wouldn't be alone. The touch around him felt feverish, needy even. He curled into the embrace that burned his skin, wanting to feel more - to feel anything else but the cruel cold and pain.

He wanted to cry, to plea for whoever was there to stay forever, to keep him warm and safe but he couldn't find his voice that had died within his body.
And as the fear of being left all alone again struck him right on his frozen heart, the embrace around him tightened, soft lips creeping over his forehead in an almost kiss.

"I'm here, child."

And for the first time he relaxed, allowing himself to drown into the pleasant warmth.
But then, after what seemed to last for forever, light invaded his dark world.

The moon, big and bright, chased the darkness and the fear away. The warmth left him just as suddenly, and he wanted to cry out for it to come back. He was cold once more, but even the waters gave up on their grip on his body and he felt himself being pulled up slowly towards the light.

The ice cracked, and fresh air filled his iced lungs. He gasped and choked on the weird feeling. His bare feet touched the ice, but the cold couldn't bother him anymore. He welcomed it as an old friend.

The moonlight stood still for another long moment, its beams brushing his face almost gently.
Two words echoed softly, a last gift from the bright moon that had taken him away from the darkness - and the warmth he loved so much.

"Jack Frost."

And for the next hundred years he looked for that warm embrace, with only the Wind and the cold by his side.
When he finally found it again, the winter child couldn't be more happy. He wasn't alone anymore, and this time the Moon couldn't take him away from Pitch Black and his safe arms.

Not that he really wanted it.
Nothing could go better together than cold and dark, after all.

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