((A/N: short one today guys))
Samantha's P.O.V:
"All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart. That's when you came along. That want became a reality."
That's what Jack told me one night while he was visiting. It has been a few months since we first met. He sat beside me, looking at me with those beautiful crystal, blue eyes. They had a sense of hope in them and a hidden question.
"You won't...ever stop believing in me...will you..?"
I whipped my head at the boy beside me, feeling like an trucker plowed me over. Out of instinct, And because I hate seeing people sad, I pulled him into my side and held him close. He tensed at the sudden action only to relax and hold me back as well.
"Jack, I promise I never will stop believing," I said whispering and feeling his grip tighten around me. I held him there in the comforting silence.
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'My my...what a sight to behold~'
I jerked my head up and whipped my head around, causing curiosity to plague over Jack's face. I just heard a bone chilling voice boom around my room.
"Did you hear that, Jack?" I asked.
"Hear what?" He responded.
'Yes what did you hear~?' The voice answered again.
"That voice...the one who just spoke..."
"Sammi I don't hear anything..." Jack looked worriedly at me, rubbing his hand up and down my side.
I felt like I was going insane, hearing voices.
'Jack Frost with a mortal, a sight to behold to believe..'
'Who are you?' I questioned in my head.
'Your nightmare.'
