Winter Heart Jack FrostxReader

Would It Matter?

Your POV

"If I wasn't here tomorrow, would anybody care?

If my time was up I'd wanna know, you were happy I was there.

If I wasn't here tomorrow, would anyone lose sleep?

If I wasn't hard and hollow, then maybe you would miss me."

I sang in harmony with the song, knowing the lyrics so well I could say them backwards and say them in three different languages. Because it was true. I'm hard and hollow. I will never speak to another living person again, I can't bear it, I can't stand it. It's just too much to talk. Everyone was gone, out wandering the streets after school for a break from Ms. Stout, the woman who runs the foster home. She was out getting her hair done (for the fifth billionth time this week). I had this one moment to myself. Just this once. I can't talk to people, but I can sing with Skillet when the pain becomes unbearable.

"I know I'm a mess, and I wanna be someone, someone that I'd like better.

I can never forget, so don't remind me of it forever..."

My music understood, it understood what I was going through. And it was the last thing I could trust. I turned up the volume on my phone, and it almost blared through my earbuds, swallowing me in the sound.

"What if I just pulled myself together?

Would it matter at all?

What if I just tried not to remember, would it matter at all?

All the chances that have passed me by, would it matter if I gave it one more try?

Would it matter at all?"

Emotion was welling up inside me, but I pushed it away for the moment to keep going.

"If I wasn't here tomorrow, would anybody care?

Still stuck inside this sorrow, I got nothin and going nowhere.

I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone, someone that I'd like better.

I can never forget, so don't remind me of it forever...

What if I just pulled myself together?

Would it matter at all?

What if I just tried not to remember, would it matter at all?

All the chances that have passed me by, would it matter if I gave it one more try?

Would it matter at all?"

I closed my eyes, and instead of being tormented by painful images, was greeted by darkness. I liked the darkness that encased me with my music. It soothed me like nothing else could.

"I know I'm a mess and I wanna be someone, someone that I'd like better.

Can you help me forget, don't wanna feel like this forever... FOREVER!"

My voice rose out of a quiet lullaby state into an almost regular volume to sing.

"What if I just pulled myself together, would it matter at all?

What if I just tried not to remember, would it matter at all?"

My voice became desperate in its tone, and I pleaded into the silence beyond the music.

"All the chances that have passed me by!!

Would it matter if I gave it one more try??

If I left tomorrow, would ANYBODY care?!?!!

Stuck in this sorrow, GOING NOWHERE!!!

All the chances that have passed me by!!

Would it matter if I gave it one more try??

Would it matter at all..."

It ended way too soon. But I had it on repeat. This time, I just layed back on the bed and listened. I was too weak to care, too far gone to believe in what once was mine. All that was left of yesterday, of me, was a journal hidden in my pillowcase.

Jack's POV

I watched as she fell back on the bed and blocked out her surroundings for the darkess behind her closed e/c eyes and the music from her earbuds. Sitting in the windowsill gave me a good view of her. Her h/l h/c hair fell over her face and was sprawled on the pillow.

Ever since a few months ago, when I came to the big city to bring the first storm of winter and saw this girl walking on the sidewalk, I immediately felt attracted. She looked on the outside how I used to feel on the inside: lonesome and deprived of faith. It wasn't just because I thought she was beautiful, and how my heart started to beat faster when i saw her anywhere. It broke my very soul to always see her like this, never once had I seen her smile. I so desperately wanted to help her, to climb through the window and tell her she wasn't alone. But that wouldn't be the best first impression... So I just pressed my forehead against the glass of the window, and replied to the beautiful song voice that I only heard. The only voice she ever used.

"I would care. I would lose sleep if you weren't here. I would miss you so much... I wish I could help you. I wish I could just see you smile. I wish I could take away your sorrow."

I stayed there, just whispering into the window what I felt for her, the beautful h/c haired girl with e/c eyes that only sang. And I didn't even know her name.