Warm Ice (Jack Frost X Reader)

Chapter 3

You slowly opened your eyes.

Your arms, your legs, your back…everything was aching. Even your hair was hurting you.
Opening your eyes more widely, you realized that you were in your room. You could see the sunny sky from the window, and also hear the monotone sound of the television in the living room.

“What the hell happened?...” You let out a gasp of surprise as your feet touched the carpet of your room: the pain wasn’t unbearable, but it felt like you literally forgot how to walk.

“(y/n)? Are you awake?” You heard your father yell. “Is everything alright?”

You heavily walked down the stairs, a hand on your forehead, trying to remember what happened the day before: you could recall jumping on Steven to prevent him from being hurt…Then you saw the car zigzagging and stopping its course. Yes, that was what happened. The driver probably called an ambulance, but why were you at home? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?

Your mother, seeing you walking into the kitchen, smiled and gave you a kiss.

“Good morning, honey.” She said, pouring coffee in her tumbler. “Are you feeling okay? The doctor said you’d be fine, you just have a wrist sprain.”

You rubbed your eyes.
“The doctor?”

She chuckled.
“Yes, the one we met at the hospital. You didn’t take a look at your calendar?” You shook your head. “You slept three days, honey.”

You opened your mouth.
“THREE DAYS?”

Your mother laughed.

“Look, I don’t have the time to talk. The doctor said we had nothing to worry about. In a few days you’ll be healthy as a horse!” She took her coat and opened the front door, bringing a cool breeze inside the house. “I’ll see you tonight, dear.” And she left with your father without a word, leaving you standing in the middle of the hallway.

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The young man jumped from roof to roof, looking inside the windows of each house.

“Darn it, where does she live?” He stood on the eaves of a house. “This girl is more unseeable than me.”

He narrowed his piercing blue eyes, observing the surroundings, and let out a sigh.
“Why am I even doing this.” He whispered.

Three days earlier, when the car hit that young woman and the little boy, he felt a sharp sensation of déjà vu.
The fear in the child’s eyes, the anxiety in the girl’s voice…He shook his head.
When the ambulance came, the girl was still unconscious. He heard that she was alright, but none of the ambulances noticed her coat on the side of the street. And as a gentleman (well, he was trying to be), he couldn’t ignore her courage and leave it there.

“That’s the least I can do. We’re both kids’ friends, huh…”

He grinned.

“And when Jack Frost starts something…” He slid on the slope of the roof, reaching the aligners. “…he always keeps going.”

And indeed, he kept going.
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You sat on the same bench as the last time, feeling the smooth touch of the snowflakes on your face.

Your mother has called you from work, telling you not to go out, that even if you were feeling well it wasn’t a good idea in your situation. You kept acquiescing, knowing very well that you weren’t going to keep your word anyway.

Before going out, you noticed that you totally forgot your cloak when you were running after the kids, so you took one of your old ones. It was a worn, (f/c) cloak, but it was thick enough to keep you warm all day.

Children were playfully running around with their parents, wrapped into their warm coats and scarves. The sky was bright blue and it was a beautiful day.

But something was missing.

You had a strange feeling about this. In the depths of your being, you could clearly tell that something was going on.

It has never happened to you before. You weren’t some kind of psychic being, and you couldn’t tell the future, but…You really felt something.

You sighed.

“That’s it. I’m going crazy.” You thought. Chuckling, you stood up slowly on your feet. “Should’ve stayed home…”

All of sudden, your vision blurred and you overbalanced to your right.

Wha…What the…

A sharp pain pierced your chest, and you let out a cry of pain. You unsuccessfully attempted to regain your balance on the bench, and you heavily fell on the ground, on all fours.

An unbearable tinnitus made you cringe, and you closed your eyes to attenuate the headache.

You really felt like your head was going to explode.

What’s happening…

“Whoa there, little miss, are you okay?” A voice came from beside you.

The pain faded as fast as it came. You wide opened your eyes and, taking support on the bench, slowly got up on your feet.

“I’m…I’m alright, thank you…” Looking around, you realized nobody was there. You made a 360 degrees spin: still no one.

You let out a cry of despair.
“I’m losing my head…”

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He gasped. He just couldn’t believe it.

The girl facing him...
Just talked to him.

For a second, he thought she wasn’t talking to him, that it was a mistake. His eyes were wide open, just like his mouth. His first reaction, thought…

Was to run away.