Sorry for the long wait- I had my exams the last couple of months.

Here you go-

I always felt that I am different. Believing in fairytales, being too child-like even though I'm already a teenager.

When my brother died and he told me that Jack Frost is real, something struck into my head. My memories as a young child flooded my brain, and I understand why I am different.

I entered the Easter Bunny's hole for Pete's sake. How could I be normal?

I'm not regretting that I did what I've done, and I'm okay of being different.

But this guy- Jack Frost, he somehow carved his presence in my mind so deeply. I think that it's because his appearance look so much like my brother. The first time I saw him again after years, I startled a bit as I thought that he's my brother. But then I saw his white hair, and I realized that he's Jack.

When I'm with him, I felt secure, for the first time after Jamie's death. And when he left, the emptiness hit me again.

I recall when Jamie said that Jack will protect me, I felt so lost, as I've never seen Jack for years. So I thought that maybe, I could rely on myself. I tried to believe that I could. But when Jack left, I know that I couldn't keep on faking that I'm strong enough.

So I opened my window every night even though it's freezing, hoping that Jack would come back and stay, just a little bit longer.

But when he finally came, I can't help myself from telling him the truth of what Jamie said, and what happened to him. As I hoped that he would understand. As I hoped that he would stay.

As I hoped that I don't have to be alone anymore.

And he understand. He tried to calm me down, and he's so nice to me. It feels like he is my real brother.

Days passed, he came to my house almost daily to check how I'm doing. Sometimes we go out together, make fun of people who can't see Jack, and uses his 'invisibility' wisely, such as not having to pay to watch movies and such.

Sometimes he take me to the skies, and we flew to other places. He brought me to Santa's workshop a couple of times too, and the other spirits don't mind. The Easter Bunny even told me how cute I was when he met me years ago, which made the other spirits shocked. We had fun together. Everything felt so right.

But sometimes, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jack smile.

I realized as a girl, spending so much time with a guy -which technically has the same age as I do- and feeling so comfortable around him, it's hard not to feel attracted. From time to time, I yelled to myself in my heart that Jack is a spirit. That I shouldn't feel anything more and I should've been happy that he's almost like a brother to me.

Then I remembered, the first time I met Jack after Jamie's death, he told me that spirits do have complicated feelings just like human do.

I am selfish, I know. But still, I hoped. I hoped dearly that he felt the same.

Tonight, when he came to my room, he teased me just like the first day he came. And we ended up in the same awkward position that we had that time. But none of us moved. He doesn't pull back like he did before, and I don't push him away.

"You know that I do have complicated feelings just like you do, right?" Jack stared into my eyes.

"Yes. You've said it before." I stared back at him, and everything went silent for a moment.

"You know, this isn't right, to feel this way." Jack snapped and he threw his gaze to the walls. My eyes widen a bit.

"So you do feel the same way-"

"Sophie. This isn't right."

"It doesn't need to be right." I said desperately. "All I know is that being with you made me comfortable- don't you feel the same way?" I asked hopefully. Jack sighed.

"I..." he stopped, and I stay silent, watching him fighting with himself whether to continue his sentence or not. He shook his head and took his gaze back at me. "I'm a spirit, Sophie. I'll never grow old. Right now it might not be a problem as we're both technically teenagers. But what about a few years from now?" his words stabbed me like swords, as what he said is reality.

"Isn't there any way to make this possible?" I closed my eyes, trying not to cry. Once again silence surrounded us for a minute or so. Then I opened my eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry that I'm so selfish, Jack. I shouldn't be this way. You're just like a brother to me and I should be grateful-"

My words trailed away as my mind stopped working properly.

Jack kissed me.