Remember Me?

Please Don't Leave

You huffed, opening your eyes. What was with these dreams and memories. It has been a week since that night out on the roof with Jack, and all that you could think of was Jack. Every minute memories flooded into your head, memories of Jack. Memories that you had forgotten before all this happened. The memories invaded your dreams. Each dream was just different memories being played, one after another.

You slowly stood up and got dressed. It was 10am on a Saturday so there really was no reason for you to be up this early, but you were to scared to fall asleep, because you knew all you would dream of would be Jack.  At least when you were awake you could find something to occupy your mind with. You pulled on your same knee high brown boots and a (f/c) jacket and made your way down the stairs. You grabbed your bag and headed out the door. It took some time, but you finally reached your destination. You set your bag down on the snow covered ground and sat on the bench. This old playground.  As if on cue a memory of you and Jack grabbed your attention. You attempted to shake your head to rid yourself of it, but it was no use. You grabbed a pencil and your notebook from your bag and opened it to a nice, blank, off white page. You started sketching.

“There is another world. There is a better world. Well there must be... There must be.” You sang in your head. As you did so, you sketched out your wonderland. The place you always escaped to.  “Maybe I should forgive him.” Your subconsciousness called out to you. You wonderland is were Jack lived, or, at least where he lived in your head. It is the place you and Jack made, together.

~~~

“What do you want most of all?” Jack asked, holding the pencil down on the notebook’s paper.

“I don’t know.” You replied softly, fiddling with your fingers.

“There has to be something! Where do you wish you lived, what do you want?” Jack asked again, leaning forward in the chair to face you a bit more.

“With you. You and me... In a winter wonderland!” You smiled, holding the soft yellow blanket up to your chin. Jack started to scribble something out.

“What else?” Jack started, “Close your eyes and think of it. What do you see?” He questioned. You did as he said, pulling your eyelids closed and letting your mind wander.

“A tiny little cottage. Pine trees everywhere, big and small. One as tall as the Eiffel Tower!” You continued, a small smile spreading across your face, “A chimney with smoke coming out and a lake. A lake where we can ice skate and dance whenever we’d like. Frozen over by you of course.” Jack smiled, sketching out everything you had said. “Freshly fallen snow everywhere, no nasty shoe prints because its only the two of us, and you fly us everywhere, and when we do walk, you cover it up again so it’s always beautiful. There is some tall, tall, TALL mountains in the back, topped with snow and a nice blue sky.” You finished. After a little while that is what you say laid out on the paper before you. Everything you described, perfectly.

“I did the best I could.” Jack expressed.

“I love it!” You gushed, jumping into his arms.

~~~

“(f/n)” you heard a voice call out, snapping you out of the memory. You whipped your head around and saw none other than Jack Frost, standing a few feet away. You felt like bursting into tears, but you kept yourself together. You turned back around and flipped through the pages of the notebook, trying to occupy yourself, so you would look like you were doing something. Jack slowly made his way over to you.

“(f/n), please don’t be mad at me. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jack let loose. The notebook fell on the page with you and Jack’s wonderland. You didn’t say anything, but Jack noticed. “You still have that?” Jack blushed.

“O-Of course.” You managed to choke out, letting loose a couple tears.

“I remember that night like it was yesterday.” Jack started, “Your hair was kind of messed up from the snow that had fell and melted into it. Your hands and cheeks were a bit red from the cold.” Jack reminisced. He continued, on and on, describing everything from that night perfectly.

“Oh...” Jack noticed the clenched fists held at your sides, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just-... Never mind.” Jack slowly started to walk away.

“Jack!” You called, still looking down, tears falling onto the notebook. You felt a slight hint of regret but you couldn’t be worried with that, “Please don’t leave me.”