You all probably ship Jack/Amber by now…yes? No? Maybe? Ah! Who cares!
So the last chapter, they do it…and Jack leaves…how manly of him LOL
Still Jack's POV…
It had been almost three weeks since I stopped seeing Amber, and three weeks since I stopped going out. I never left North's lair since the incident. Everyone became worried, because I hardly spoke anymore and never went out. I lost interest in everything that was once intriguing to me. I would just stared out the window lost in confused thoughts.
"Jack?" It was Tooth, but I didn't look away from the window.
"We're all going to the kodomo no hi festival. You used to love it. Do you want to come?" I didn't answer her as she sighed and flew away in sadness and concern. My thoughts were in all over the place and consumed mostly of Amber, how warm she was, how soft she was…I snapped out of my trance when I saw the moon's beams hit me. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I did catch a few things.
Amber…dying…
That was enough to set me off out of the lair as quickly as possible. Amber…she's probably attempting suicide. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have done those things. I know I emotionally hurt her.
I stopped in front of her house, flying to her bedroom window, peering inside. She was in bed shivering, and she looked very sickly. Her mother was in her room along with a man who appeared to be a doctor. He walked over to Rosie and shook his head, indicating he didn't know what was wrong with Amber. Amber grabbed a small trash bin and vomited inside of it. I could see small, snowy ice crystals in her bile.
The world felt as though it had stopped. Amber was…I clenched my staff and continued gazing in the window, waiting for Rosie and the doctor to leave. Eventually they did, leaving Amber alone in her room. I flew through her wall.
"Amber?" I asked as she quickly rose from bed and looked at me. Her eyes widened as tears flowed from them.
"J-Jack?" she asked while shivering.
"You shouldn't have uncovered yourself." She was wearing a grey bubble coat and thick fleece pants to keep her body temperature up, but it wasn't working too well, the blankets probably helped a little. She lied back down, covering herself with her blankets.
"Jack, I…uhm…" she blushed a faint pink color.
"I know." She began to cry.
"This is all my fault." She whimpered, I was taken aback at her blaming everything on herself.
"It's practically my fault too." I reinsured her, "I mean…this didn't happen because of just you, I'm the cause of it too, if not more." We were silent for a few minutes.
"What made you come back?" Amber asked.
"The moon told me you were dying…in a way, I…guess you are." I looked away from her face and at where her midriff was where it was all happening.
Baby Wynter is in her mother! AWWWWWWWWW
