Thank you for your reviews! So glad for all my followers, reviewers, and people who favorited this story. Thank you. Oh and a question? I'm thinking of making a second book to this where it concentrates on their relationship and their troubles. Should I make it a trilogy or just two books? Please let me know so I could get working on it. Again thank you and sorry for it being so short. I didn't work on it this weekend like I normally do but hopefully it's okay! Thank you and review please!


"I can't do this. I just can't." She murmured as she rocked gently back and forth. She couldn't keep doing this, anymore.

She was so tired from the nightmares of losing her father and her beliefs. So tired from fighting with her mother. So tired of trying not to grow up and lose her connection with her father.

She was just so tired of it all. She wanted to give up. It would be so easy to give up right now. So easy to sever that connection with her father like scissors cutting through rope. So easy that it was tempting her like a seductive siren's out of the fog's edge.

How easy would it be to just give up?

Easy. It would be so easy to forget about the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, The Sandman and Jack Frost. She believed that Jack Frost was her own father's making, about a boy who was a winter spirit who bought snow to the world and with it, joy.

It would be so, so easy.

But giving in meant giving up. Giving up an intricate part of who she is. Giving up her memory of childhood. Giving up her father.

Giving up on herself.

She wanted to give up, god, did she want to but she just couldn't raise the scissor and cut the string that tied her with her father.

She

Just

Couldn't.

But the harder she was clinging on, the faster it was breaking. The nightmares of losing her father or not being able to find him. The nightmares about a boy she could never completely see that always seemed to disappear and she would feel like her heart was being ripped apart when the boy left.

She was terrified and she was desperate to find her father and the boy. They meant so much to her and she had to find them but was always stuck in a dark place and no matter how many times she begged, yelled, or cried, they got farther away from her.

"Dad, I can't keep holding on anymore." She murmured again, her heart constricting inside her chest.

"I'm just so tired. I keep seeing and hearing things. I keep fighting with mom for what she did. I'm in god-knows-where and I don't know how to get home. The longer I'm here, the more I hear and see things. Dad, I don't know what to do anymore. I want to believe in the Tooth Fairy and everyone else but it's just so hard. It's so hard and I'm so tired. I need help. I need someone to tell me that everything will be alright. But you're gone, Dad. You're gone and I miss you so much. Jamie and Sophie don't even remember you anymore. Mom doesn't talk about you. She's erased you from home. I'm the only one still left and I can't even remember how you smell or look like anymore. All I have left is your beliefs and faith that you passed on to all of us. But I'm losing, Dad. I'm losing and I'm trying to hold on so badly that they keep slipping through my fingers like water. Oh, Dad. Why did you have to die and leave us alone? Why? I want you here and tell me everything's going to be okay but you're not. You're not. You're gone and I can't keep holding onto you. But I can't find it in myself to do it. Dad, I miss you. I miss you." Kailani had tears running down her cheeks as it dripped on her skin like small drops of puddles.

Her throat was thick with emotion and she couldn't speak anymore. Her heart was constricting painfully with grief and anger and pain of everything. It felt like it was suffocating her and she was trying to breathe underwater but couldn't.

It was too much. Too overwhelming for one person to shoulder. It was too much and she broke down. Her body shook with chills and violent tremors as she let out choked sobs that burned her lungs as she tried to breathe.

She clutched her legs so hard until they were numb from the lack of blood. Her face were wet with fat tears that slid down effortlessly and fell onto her arms and legs. She was drowning in her sobs and pain and grief. She rocked back and forth as she tried to shake off the tremors that shook her body but it wasn't working.

It was making it worse.

She didn't know how long she cried. She didn't know long until her body heaved with the aftershocks of crying. She didn't know how long until she finally managed to control her breathing. All she knew was that she let go of her legs and felt the blood rush into them violently as she gritted her teeth in pain.

She felt better after crying, though. She felt lighter but so exhausted from what her crying put her body through. She wanted to sleep a deep dreamless sleep. She wanted to escape reality. She wanted to sleep.

Her eyes began to droop with exhaustion no matter how hard she tried to hold onto consciousness. But she was fighting a losing battle, all the emotions she faced the past hour and years took its toll on her and she fell to her side, her body shutting down to go to sleep.

Her eyes began to slip close as her body readied for sleep.

She thought she saw a white-haired boy with worried look on his pale face and scared blue eyes but wondered as she fell into an exhausted sleep if she was seeing things again.