North merely nodded and directed his exhausted reindeer to Burgess.
"I am so sorry," said Jamie, "but everyone has a time to die."
"Except me…" said Jack quietly.
Jamie merely nodded.
"I won't leave you," said Jack, "not till the very end."
"Of me or you?" asked Jamie.
"Whichever comes last."
"Alright."
And with that Jack held the dying man's hand until the breaths and heartbeats shortened. The old man's pale skin became the same color as the boy who had never been in sunlight. And both became the same temperature. But there was one difference in the two now, one of them was breathing.
The four other guardians landed the sleigh in the small towns' outer streets.
Tooth looked around desperately for the silhouette of the snow guardian. What she didn't know was that the same person wouldn't come back to her.
The four walked, or floated in the case of Tooth and Sandy, down to the house with the one light at the top window.
In the window they saw the curved wooden staff that belonged to their friend. Then they saw the shadow of the boy. He picked up the staff and they saw the figure come out of the window. His hood was pulled up as far as it could over his face. He dropped down to the ground and landed lightly on the warm grass.
Even form across the street the four guardians could not feel the depressed feeling radiating off of this sad boy.
"Jack!" cried Tooth, relived. She flew up to him and stopped her right before she attacked him in a hug.
The wind blew off the hood from around his face. The foursome could see the white hair, the pale face the mouth pulled down in a frown, the pale blue eyes leaking with tears and the wet cheeks. Jack Frost the guardian of fun and snow was choking in sobs and bawling like a baby. No sound escaped his mouth however. He was gripping his arms tightly over his chest, as if trying to pull in the sadness.
"Jack?" Tooth said quietly, "what's wrong?"
Jack lunged at her and pulled her into a hug, the tears still streaming down his face.
"Jamie…" he whispered.
Lots of depressing, if I made you cry tell me, I want to know because I nearly cried while I was writing it…. R&R
