Author's notes: Hey guys, this is just short fic, to get myself settled back into this fandom. I know for some of you it's been two years and I've lost probably a lot of my regular readers. I know a lot of you wonder why I haven't been updating like usual lately. If you're still interested to know, I'll post it at the bottom of this page. Thank you again for reading and supporting my stories, I'll do my best.

(First posted in my tumblr: ilyamatsuna7227li)

Summary: Nobody should be alone when they die.

(Wherein Bunny goes back in time to the day of Jack's death)

I Won't Let You Be Alone

"When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (Shakespeare Collection)

by FeastofDeath

Jack didn't remember anything other than darkness and coldness wrapping around him, numbing his legs and hands. His lungs were filled with water, it was painful and it was like the water was stabbing him from the inside, taking away his breath. Dark spots danced before his vision forcing him to close his eyes but it did not help. He'd been playing pretend all his life, he was good at it, pretending to be happy, pretending to be some all powerful hero for his sister, pretending that everything was going to be fine-

But right now he couldn't pretend that he wasn't dying.

He couldn't pretend that he wasn't scared.

Already, he could feel his body giving up on him, his muscles seizing and freezing, his thoughts were becoming foggy, his heart beating loudly, trying to keep him alive but with every second that he was being pulled down, it got harder to fight.

HIs heartbeat stuttered and he let out a bubbled breath, lips numb and probably pale blue.

Then suddenly something warm grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up.

It was a shock to his system, to suddenly be pulled from frigid waters to warm, warm arms. The warmth was such a shock that it registered as painfully hot to him and his body spasmed.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay Jack. I got ya, Frostbite, hold on." There was careful crooning against his cold ear. Jack shivered, body too weak, legs and arms probably frozen.

"Wha-"

"I'm sorry." The voice in his ear whispered to him, holding him close against something painfully warm and soft (it felt like fur). "I came to get ya, even though I know you couldn't be saved. I can't- There's nothing I can do, I'm sorry."

"Why…" Jack coughed, lips tinged blue, eyes unable to see, blinking against the cold water. He could feel his body giving up on him, sinking into heaviness. The hand holding his shoulders squeezed gently.

"I didn't want ya to be alone, ya gumby." The voice answered him, "Nobody should be alone, especially not when they're-" The voice choked and he felt something brush against his cheek. "I'm sorry."

Brown eyes blinked rapidly, his vision was blurry but for some reason he could make out big and long ears, tilting downwards in something akin to sadness. His fingers twitched to touch but he couldn't control his body anymore and he laid useless in the arms of the stranger.

"Long ears…" He remembered something his book about an animal with long ears from another country. His lips twitched, "Kangaroo?"

The ears in his darkening vision twitched, "'M not a kangaroo ya drongo." The arms around him tightened, pulling him closer into the warmth of the hug, "'M a bunny."

"Bunny." Jack repeated, lips barely opening and he smiled despite not being able to feel anything anymore, even when he felt his heart beat slowing. He leaned his head against the source of the warmth. His ear found the anxious beating of a heart. "Thank you." He whispered, vision leaving him finally.

The body in Bunnymund's arms let out its last breath as the rabbit held the soon-to-be winter guardian close.

"I'm sorry Jack," He whispered, "You won't be alone soon, please wait."

Later when Pippa Overland finally came by with help from heir village, she and her mother found Jack lying peacefully beside the cracked ice, his hands folded over his stomach, a peaceful smile on his face, and a crown of asters on his head.

Hundreds of years later…

"Bunny?" Long ears twitched at the voice and Bunnymund's fur bristled at the cold air he felt. He turned abruptly and saw a certain winter spirit giving him a soft smile.

"Jack, what are you doing here, mate?" The Easter Bunny said, hopping over to the Guardian of Fun.

"I came to give you back something." Jack said as he took his hands out from behind his back. Bunny froze when his gaze met a familiar-looking crown of blue asters.

"That's-"

Jack walked forward and carefully placed the crown on Bunny's head. He then placed his arms around the rabbit, burying his face into his strong shoulders as he whispered, "Thank you, for not leaving me alone."

All Bunny could do in reply to that was to hug Jack back fiercely.

Fin

Author's notes: Two years ago, November, classes for the second semester had just started. I was getting ready to post for this fandom and excited for my classes having done really well during first semester. Two years ago, a storm was brewing in the horizon. It was internationally called Haiyan, Yolanda to us.

On November 8, 2013, thousands of people died. Our family lost our house and me and my siblings lost my mother too. She died alone.

This story is maybe how I wished things could have been.

I lost a lot of things, I lost someone I loved too. And I couldn't write for a long time.

I avoided this fandom because it reminded me of when I was happier and it made me feel angry and bitter because the world felt like it was against me (I know it's a selfish thought). This wasn't the first time that Life or Fate or whatever took something away just as my family was on the verge of being okay, just when I thought I'd be happy.

I'm posting this now, two years after that tragic storm because I want to be happy again and I want to fight for it. I've been doing horribly during my classes ever since the incident and the way I write isn't the same anymore.

But I want to be happy, so I'll start back here again. Because writing made me happy and I hope I can get better with my grades again because I missed the me that worked hard. I missed a lot of things, but at least these things I can get back.

Thank you for reading.