Like I said on my blog, updating on Friday! Here you guys are, not as long as the last chapter. Which was by far my longest chapter so far. I will be posting updates throughout the whole week, so check the site whenever. If you would like me to post any Jack Frost stuff I find please let me know! Enjoy the chapter!
Jack stayed by your side all night, never once going to sleep. Even though he knew you didn't know that he was there. Tears had stained his face, and his eyes looked tired and sad. Even he was unusually pale. He didn't hold your hand, afraid to wake you from his cold touch, he just watched as your frail body rested, the only sound was the heart monitor and the sound of the oxygen under your nose. In your sleep you flinched every once in awhile, which was unlike you. "I wonder what she is dreaming about." Jack wondered, not knowing the dream that was taking place.
You walked down a long hallway of pictures, all framed in elegant golden frames. The hall was dimly lit and all the walls were painted a deep red. Looking at them you noticed that they were all from your life. Some you smiled when you saw and others couldn't bare to look at. As the end of the hallway came to the end, you noticed peculiar pictures of a white haired boy. Most of them were very happy, and you couldn't help notice haw in love you looked with this boy. "Who is he?" you wondered. Approaching a paining of you and this boy in a snowy forest, you noticed an initial at the bottom right corner. It was very etchy writing. Looking closely at it you read. "Jac-" suddenly the picture turned to black sand. Stumbling back in surprise, you looked at the empty space. Turning to another picture of this boy you saw the same initials at the bottom right. Running up to the painting you read. "Jack Fr-" The picture turned to dust. Looking up to see the next painting, it vanished, picture after picture vanished, all except for one at the end of the hall. Walking towards it you noticed that the boy was in it. Running up to the painting you looked in the bottom right for the initials. Nothing was there except for the words, "I will never forget." "Forget?" you thought. "Forget what? or who?" You felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, the same boy was standing there in front of you. "Who are you?" you asked. He moved his lips, but no words came from them. "Please tell me who you are." Tears filled your eyes, he gave you a hug. "I will never forget you… my little snowflake." was whispered from his lips, so quiet you could barely hear his words. He looked into your eyes, "Don't forget me… please." he said before turning into the same black dust. "No!" you cried, "Come back!" you frantically tried to grab the sand floating away, not even knowing why.
Sitting down in the long hallway, you cried unknown tears. "Why am I crying?" you sobbed out. "I don't even know him!" It felt as if your heart was breaking. "Come now dear." A voice said. "Don't cry." Looking up, a lady in a red dress stood in front of you. "Who are you?" you asked. "My name is Cupid, I'm the god of love." Wiping the tears off your face, you stood up and looked into here blue eyes. "Why are you here?" "You've just lost someone very important to you. I'm sorry to say that you loved him." Cupid said, taking your hand. Quickly pulling your hand back, you blurted out. "That white haired boy in all the paintings? I loved him?" She nodded, "But I'm afraid that you weren't meant to be. That's why he had to leave. He's gone now… never to be seen again." "Then why did he say to remember him?" you asked, telling something was wrong with her explanation. "Just to remember him for what he meant to you. Nothing else." "But I don't remember him… or anything we did. Just that I have a strong feeling for him." "It's better for you to not remember what happened. He could've hurt you badly. Do you want to remember that?" Cupid asked. You thought for a moment, furrowing your brows. "I just don't think he would ever do anything to me." you said, looking up at her face again. "I trust him for some reason. I don't know why." Cupid took you by the hand and started to lead you down another hallway. "It's best not to try and remember." You pulled out of her grip, "But I want to remember. I want to know who he is." Cupid grabbed your hand again. "Come with me." You struggled out of her grip. "No! I won't follow you. I want to know who he is! I don't care what he did to me! I want to remember I want to know who he was! And nothing… not even you can stop me." you said. running back down the hall.
Your eyes opened suddenly, as you looked around the seemingly empty room. "Who was that guy?" you thought. "Is he even real? Should I pursue what I said in my dream?" You thought back to the feelings you had. "They must be real… he must be real, but where can I find him? All I know is that his name is Jack." You whispered the name, as soon as you did the cold feeling in your hand came back. Pulling it back you looked at the empty chair next to you. "Is he here? Did he die, and his ghost is here?" you wondered. You whispered the name again. Closing your eyes you listened. "I'm here…" you heard. The words were faint, but they were there. "Jack?" you whispered again. The white haired boy faded in and out of your sight. Sitting in the chair. "I'm here (Y,n)" faint words came from his mouth. You noticed that he was holding your hand. "Jack… I'll try, try to remember." He faded out completely. "I want to remember who you are." you said. staring at the empty space. "Stay."
Jack smiled, glad to hear your voice. "I know you can do it." he said. You didn't seem to hear him that time. Eyes staring off into space, but you had a faint smile on your face. Jack looked at your hand and noticed that his hand wasn't going through it.
Pitch watched with Cupid at the scene that was taking place, down in the depths of the earth. "This isn't what's supposed to happen!" Cupid shouted. "She was suppose to forget him entirely!" Pitch rested a hand on her shoulder. "Not to say that it wasn't a good plan, but perhaps the Sandman got into her dreams and gave her a reminder of Jack." Cupid gritted her teeth. "It's always those stupid guardians! They're always messing up everything I do!" "Should I do something about it?" Pitch asked. "Well, you can't get rid of the sandman, we've already tried that. And of course, the guardians won that fight." She crossed her arms, "Taking the memories is pointless, they'll get them back just like last time." Cupid furrowed her brow, "Uhh!" she grunted in frustration. "I can't do anything about this!" She said. "Perhaps, we've missed something… something that we can do to Jack… like taking him from (Y,n)" Pitch said. Cupid released the tension in her face. "Take away Jack. And put him here?" Pitch nodded. "Hmm… that might work, but the guardians can still help her." "Not if we threaten to kill Jack." "Yeah, if they help her remember, then Jack is a dead boy… or even better. He has to pay me back." Cupid smirked, having figured out the perfect plan. "Very well, go get Jack." Pitch smiled, his sharp teeth showing. "My pleasure."
I seem to leave everything on a cliffhanger... I dunno, makes you want to keep reading I guess. I am posting the next chapter this upcoming Wednesday so keep your eyes open then! Anything info until then on my website, which again is located on my profile in bold. Thanks :)