(Cyndra's POV)
I am sitting on the corner of my bed, staring out the window, while I think of Jack.
It's been hours since I left Jack, and, still, he is all I can think about. His smile. His eyes. The slight ringing of his melodic voice. The way his white hair laid on his head, being covered in snow, and still he didn't move it. There really is something weird about that boy, and I really need to find out what it is.
I look down at my blue bed. Sierra is sitting next to me, nudging my hand. It is a soft nudge, but it comforts me in the fact that she must understand how I feel.
I glance back out my newly frosted window. The design of the frost was magnificent and in a way, it seemed like it was there to try to tell me something.
I remember Jack telling me how he was there when I made my wish, and how he told me the exact story my mother told me 8 years ago. There has to be some clue in that, that tells me why. I look back out the window. Outside, snow coated kids were having a large snowball fight. And guess who was dancing through them. None other than Jack himself. He threw snowballs and seemed be be having a blast with the children, making snowballs, doing flips, anything that doesn't really help either team. And it was as if they didn't even notice him. I watch as he never gets hit with their snowballs. Then I saw something that must have made him feel lonely. And it scared me. A child walked right through him, not even bumping past, just right through him. I saw him stop playing with the kids, slowly walking away. Now I see why he looked so sad at the lake. No one sees him. No one hears him. He has no one.
What really surprises me though, is how I could. Who was this strange boy named Jack? What was he?
I lay back down on my bed, even more confused than before. I knew Jack wasn't normal, but I didn't expect that. He is something special though, something about the way he is, the way he acts. I'm glad I'm his friend, because, in truth, he must really need one.
I stand up in front of my bed, looking around my room. I hadn't changed since this morning, so I still have my jacket on. I quickly ran downstairs and out the front door. It was still snowing, but with more vigor. Snow piles that were already coating the ground was steadily stacking higher, soon reaching knee deep on me. I ran in the direction I saw Jack go moments before I rushed out of the house. It was back into the woods, following no conceivable trail or path. I tried to follow, but soon I was helplessly lost. All the trees looked the same, and I didn't mark where I have been. I look at where I have just come from and am surprised to find Sierra, clumsily trying to find her way to me. She is a small puppy after all. I continue stumbling through the trees, still having no idea where I'm going or where Jack went. He leaves no footprints in the snow. People walk through him. He is lonely. I can help. I will help. He looks like he needs it.
I still haven't found anything. I'm absolutely lost, now. Sierra pads silently behind me. I don't remember what I'm looking for anymore, all I know is that I need to get home. It's already dark. The winds have picked up. The snow is falling thickly on the ground. Jack must still be here, and close.
I keep wandering on, but I only get more lost. I look at the tree to my left. It has a slight notch in the bark from being carved into with a small pocket knife. At least I can find my way back to the lake. And at the lake I can find sleep.
I follow the carved tree path, placed there by my own hands, and soon reach the glistening lake. At night, the lake is far more beautiful than you can even imagine. Everything sparkles and glistens. Everything holds a beauty that can't be seen in the daylight. Nothing can hold comparison, not even the homy feeling of snow falling over the town and coating everything in white.
I look around for my favorite tree. It's just across the lake. It won't be easy but at least I can get there. The ice looks solid enough to cross on, I just gotta hope not to slip.
I step one foot onto the ice, keeping just enough balance as the other foot soon follows. My heart beats faster with each passing second. I slide to the other side of the lake no problems, thankfully. The full moon shines down on my here, showering me in a bright, white light. I look up into the tree I crossed the lake for, ready to climb up into it. That's all it took, one look. I didn't climb the tree, someone was already in it, staring up at the moon, not noticing me. It was Jack. The pale moon made his hair look almost silver and his clothes look faded. It was amazing. I knock on the bark of the tree, causing Jack to jump and look directly down at me.
I smile.
He just looks at me and turns away. I think he's still upset about what happened earlier.
"Jack, I know you're lonely and need a friend. I've also figured out that you're not normal. I watched someone walk right through you, when I myself can reach out and touch you. Jack, I really, really want to help."
He looks down at me.
"You wouldn't want to help me. It would only make things worse for you. You barely know me. What makes you so willing to help?"
It was harsh, with a touch of irony.
I feel myself slip into that little piece of me that I keep so well hidden, and begin to cry. I don't cry loud. I don't even make a noise, I just let small tears slip down my face. Things really couldn't be easy. He was the only friend I had. My mother was almost never home, since she worked 3 jobs, and I was always alone. He just didn't see that I saw that he needed a friend and that I decided to become one. I didn't think anyone really liked being alone, but I guess I could be wrong.
I sink to the base of the tree, with tears still running down my face. I still hadn't answered Jack.
"Cyndra, are you alright?" His voice was panicked and he really seemed worried. I look up at him, the moon making the tears on my face glisten. He flinches at the sight of the tears. He didn't do anything. I don't know why he should care. I pull my knees to my chest and lay my head down just in between them. I couldn't go home tonight, It was too dark to make out the marks on the trees anymore. I have to stay here, and on the ground is as good as any tree.
I hear a soft thud resound next to me. It doesn't matter, though. The only thing that could possibly comfort me was laying next to me, doing absolutely nothing. Sierra must be asleep.
"Cyndra, what's wrong? Did I say something? Why are you crying?"
He doesn't know anything. He can't. He knows about my wish, my story, my age. I wish he could understand how confused, and scared, and angry, and sad I am. He is my friend, right?
I feel something move next to me and then a pair of cold arms wrap around my shoulders.
I look up to find Jack hugging me. I wrap my arms around him and feel my self stop crying. This felt so right, to hug Jack, it felt almost... natural. As if I was meant to.
I drop my hands to my sides. He followed suit and soon I was looking at the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. They seemed to shine in the pale white light of the full moon. They read of guilt and loneliness.
"Jack, I'm sorry. I... I didn't-"
"Cyndra, It's alright. I should be sorry. You offered help and I lashed out at you. I-"
"Don't worry, Jack. I just realized how alone you must be. I still want to help. I know you feel even worse that I do. No one can see you. No one can hear you. But you have a place, doing whatever it is that you do. And you have a friend, who is willing to help."
I saw a his eyes brighten.
"Why are you out here anyway, Cyndra? You should be at home, in bed."
I smiled at him. Wow, is it just me or do his eyes seem wild, free, fun, and wiser than the normal teenagers'?
"I ran out of the house to find you after I witnessed a child walking through you. I was worried and scared. There's something strange about you, Jack. And it worries me at how no one seems to care."
His eyes seemed to shine.
"You'd be surprised what you didn't know." He smirked.
He picks up that branch he always seems to have and touches the tip of it to a tree, causing frost to form on the bark of it.
He then placed it on the ice and a swirling frost pattern began to form an the lake, until it was covered in frost and ice.
I am absolutely stunned. I thought only Jack Frost could control winter.
Then realization dawns on me. Jack. The Jack Frost.
I opened my mouth, but quickly shut it. There was no way to explain how I felt. My cheeks were beginning to turn a slight pink as heat rose up to them. My stomach is twisted into knots. My heart is racing a mile a minute. I can't hear Jack. I see his mouth moving, but I don't hear anything. And then I can hear again. My heart is still racing and I'm still blushing like an idiot, but I can hear. I open my mouth to speak but no sound will come out.
"Cyndra, are you alright."
Yeah, Jack. I'm alright. I just... kind of... realized who you are?" It was half a question. I wasn't sure what else to say.
He smiles at me and stands up, holding a hand out for me to take. I grab it and slowly get to my feet.
"Jack Frost."
That was all I could muster to say.
I looked down at his hand and I realized that it was freezing cold, but it didn't seem to bother me.
I looked back into his beautiful eyes, losing my self into the depths of them.
Jack blinks and I snap out of my trance.
He pulls his hand back. I remember this morning. I saw him as a lonely teenager. I found out he heard my wish, my story.
"Jack, why were you at my house that night so long ago? And who did you visit that changed you? And who are you afraid to visit?"
I see him smile at my questions. I guess the answers were obvious, but I still want him to tell me.
"Want to hear a story? A story of how a hero found a child who actually believed in him?"
I nod. I know who the child is, but I'm not sure a I want to know who changed him and how.
"There was a night 8 years ago when Jack Frost flew over a little town, making it snow. He was alone and the only thing that he had to guide him was the moon. It was a full moon. It wasn't strange that the moon was full..."
He told me everything about that night. Everything. He even told me how he woke up in the morning with nothing but a memory and a wish. I guess I had changed him. Just by believing in him. He was, and still is, my hero.
I also found out that it was me he was scared of visiting. He was afraid I would stop believing in him and walk right through him, too. He was afraid.
I smile up at him, taking a hand and running through his white hair.
" Jack, I will never, ever, stop believing in you. You were my childhood hero, in fact, you still are my hero."
The light caught in his eyes as a single tear trailed down onto one of his cheeks. I quickly reached up and brushed it away.
We were so close, merely inches from each other.
The moon shone down on us, almost as it meant to shine on us and only us.
I felt my cheeks warm to a bright, bright red of a deep blush. That was a stupid thought. That couldn't possibly be true.
I sit back down on the snow, feeling the cold leak into my body. Jack watches me as sit, carefully keeping his eyes on mine.
I just don't know what to think anymore. I met my childhood hero, just as I had wished. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now, everything is so confusing, reeling about in my mind and never coming into focus. I feel dizzy. I feel tired. Things were getting blurry, and then everything was black. Black as the muddy night with no stars or moon. Black as pitch. It was pitch black and I was asleep and falling into a very eventful dream state, where every dream I had was about Jack.