Hi :) Sorry for the late update, I unfortunate had a bad case of writers block. But now I shoud be back in the game.
Hopy you'll enjoy :)
-MJ
Ps. I own nothing.

The weather was nice, Jack had been out during the night, so there was a little snow here and there, though he had been nice enough to keep it away from the path I had to walk, when going to work.
Since I'd told him about my heart condition he had been really fussy around me, always asking how I am, asking if I needed anything or if there was something bothering me. I had tried to explain that it wasn't that bad, and the likelihood of me suddenly dying was very small.
Unfortunately I later learned that I had spoken too fast.

I was sitting at work, trying to figure out how to respond to this man. He was in quite a pinch.
"Dear Amoras

I am deeply in love with a woman, whom I know does not love me back. She is neither taken nor homosexual, but she has been my best friend since we were children. We have always been close, and when I was younger I thought of her as a sister, but as we grew, my love grew as well. Now I have been head over heels in love with her for the last four years, but I know that she still just views me as her silly brother. I want to make an impression on her, and make her realize that I love her, but I also don't want to lose our good relationship.
Please tell me what I can do, I am desperate.

From
The lonely brother"

I was unsure as to how I was going to respond, but tried my best anyways.

"Dear Lonely brother

I understand how it might seem hopeless, but you should never give up. Try to show her how you feel. Get her flowers or ask her out on a romantic date. Though it might seem as if she only views you as a brother, it might be different. She might see you the same way. She might also think that you only see her as a sister, and therefore she does the same as you. You will never know unless you act. If you try you might get an unexpected answer.
I hope you do well.

With love
Your Amora."

Valentines day would come tomorrow and we had so many letters coming in, that it was hard to reply to all of them.
My heart sometimes began to beat irregularly, and it scared me a great deal, but I never told anyone, not even Jack. I didn't want anyone to feel concerned.
When the day was done, we had answered almost all of the letters, and I was so tired I could fall asleep on the pavement. I sighed deeply before crossing the street. A woman with the cutes baby walked by, the baby smiling up at me from behind it's mothers shoulder. I could see the love in the mother's eyes. It felt great seeing the love between the woman and her child. A love that could never end. I was almost at the other side when I heard a car horn. I quickly turned and watched in horror as the car sped towards the woman and her child, unable to stop. The woman froze, holding her baby close to her chest, and the child panicking as it could feel it's mothers quickened heartbeat. Everything went by so fast, I didn't even know it was humanly possible to move as quickly as I did, but before I knew it I had pushed the woman and child away from the speeding car. I heard a screech and felt a searing pain all over my body. My heart, oddly enough, beat a slow regular beat as if this was meant to be. I looked up at the woman. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You saved my baby. You saved me. " Her hand was stroking my hair and I felt her tears as they fell onto my face.

I heard a lot of noises, but the one sound that stood out to me the most, was the screaming voice of Jack Frost. He stood beside me and yelled and cried, asking me to survive and telling me it was not my time yet. I smiled and coughed. " I love you, Jack. " I said with a shaking voice, I reached my hand up and wiped a few tears from his cheeks. " I love you so much it hurts, but please, I beg of you, even though I am not here, please live on and stay as the happy, friendly and lovable Jack, I fell in love with. "
"I love you, Mina " He whispered into my hand.

I knew I wouldn't be able to survive this. I was in a tremendous pain, and I could feel the way my body was gradually growing weaker by the minute. But I wasn't sad. I couldn't be, when I knew that the woman and her child would be able to live. The child would grow and learn to love.

I felt myself being lifted by the rescue people, they put me on a stretcher. I faintly remember, being put into the hospital and nurses and doctors fussing around me. I tried to ask how the driver was, but no one answered me. I then thought of my parents, I could almost hear my mother's scream when she would hear I didn't make it. My heart sank, and I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Does it hurt anywhere?" One of the nurses asked. I wanted to laugh. Did it hurt anywhere? I had just been hit by a freaking car, no, it felt like heaven, being hit by the car and felling my bones crushed beneath the weight of the heavy vehicle. I cried because of the sorrow I felt, not because I hurt, I knew I was going to die an early death, I had come to terms with that a long time ago. But I never imagined it to be in such a way. My parents probably wouldn't be able to look at my face in the casket. It hurt. Knowing that the people who raised me, the people who loved me the most in this world, would now have to put me into the ground. I hurt, because I knew that now, I would never be able to marry and give birth to beautiful little children. I would never be able to have that loving look in my eye looking at my own children, as the woman had looked at her baby. I cried for the souls that would never be.

I heard the door open again, and as I had predicted, my mother screamed louder than she ever had. She ran to my bed and held her hands over me not sure where to touch, so she wouldn't hurt me. "My baby. My poor baby. "My mother cried. My father stood at the other side of the bed and held my hand, tears streaming down his face while he tried not to scream in emotional agony.

"I love you. Thank you, for everything. For always being there for me. I'm so sorry I have to leave. " I croaked, my voice thick with tears and hurt. I tried to smile at my parent, but the pain was too unbearable and it turned into a grimace. My parents broke down completely and laid over my body on the bed, while crying and telling me they loved me and asking me and whatever deity looked over us that I would survive.
I looked around in the hospital room and noticed that Jack was standing in the corner, tears streaming down his face. I smiled at him and whispered in a low and weak voice. "Please don't cry for me. "

Then everything went black.