Winter had always been my favorite season. Snowball fights, snowmen, sledding, and skating were my favorite activities. As a little kid, my mom and I used to joke about Jack Frost nipping at our noses. I used to laugh at the "expression".
As a 15-year-old girl I don't laugh anymore. To me, Jack Frost wasn't some expression, he was a real living person. The Easter Bunny, Santa, The Tooth Fairy, and The Sandman were real too. These beliefs made me different.
As a child, I fit in with all of the others. When I grew older, my friends stopped believing and I grew more and more alone. Until last year my parents were there for me. They got in a car accident and passed away. I live alone and work every day for money. I still go to school and learn but none of the teachers or students know about my parents. I don't fit in with any of the groups at school either.
I'm the only one who still believes.
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Last Believer ~Jack Frost x Reader~
أدب الهواة15-year-old (y/n) is a loner. She has no family or friends. The only thing she has left is her belief in the guardians. When Jack Frost surprises her, her life will change for the better. Or will it? Guardian, human, or immortal, does it matter? Tha...
