Been a year since pitch's defeat, of being a guardian of fun, of new believers, a year of still feeling...incomplete. Jack would still think of pitch, about his offer in Antarctica, about how he looking so hurt when he wasn't believed in no more, ho...
I wanted to spill out everything but I held my tongue especially if I know now they weren't going to help him.
Because I know how he feels!
Bunny- someone like that doesn't feel anything!
He does feel! He feels pain, he feels lonely, he feels emotions like any other living being! I know what he feels about not being heard, seen, or even remember in 300 years of my undead life! You don't you have only a day of that!
Then it hit me this is what pitch must of felt like when he said my measley 300 years didn't come close to the many years he's spent alone, not being believed in.
He's older then all of us he's been through that many more years then me. Imagine what that can do to someone even if they weren't being possessed? Deep inside he's been hurting, lonely, afraid all this time with no one to help him, no one to even try to help him all because of what he does. Fear isn't bad, we need fear in out lives if not where would we be? Badly hurt? Dead? Or worse.
They didn't say anything not any of them. And I didn't let them before I even knew it myself I was already flying fast away from there. I needed to get out of there before I did something stupid, I needed to go see pitch.
(Back to story pitchs pov)
I must of fallen asleep because I was having another nightmare. It was about me then my body started to feel cold and I started to dream about jack. Couldn't tell if this was a nightmare or not know jack being in pain because of me. It got colder now and then I finally woke up. I was under the covers and something cold was up against my back.
I peeked behind me and it was Jack.
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I didn't have the energy to even act shocked right now. Let alone get up to shove him off and demand for him to get out. What was this winter sprite even doing in my home let alone in my bed sleeping so damn soundly cuddling me!?
I let out a heavy yet sold sigh. I moved myself from him as I did that he seemed to stir awake. Good. As I was fully up and he was running his eyes I used my sand to lift the bed on one side making him fall out.
Jack- hey that hurt!
Maybe next time you shouldn't climb into someone's bed and decide to cuddle them while they sleep!
With that said he rubbed the back of his head and blushed. It was....cute.
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