Midnight secrets

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"Jack, get the hell out."

"Sigourney…” “No.” “Sig,  I have to tell you something..." I cut Jack off "NO! You gave up the right to tell me anything a long time ago. And don’t say my name." It’s too hard to stay mad. Yeah, I know - shouldn’t be hard staying at the guy responsible for your family’s death. But, I loved him for so long….”I mean, you left me on my own for all of that time before you even tried to come around, you never even said sorry." HOW COULD I?! ALL YOU'VE DONE SINCE THE INCIDENT IT YELL AT ME AND INTERRUPT ME! I WAS there Sigourney. You just didn’t want to see me. You didn’t hear me. You didn’t see the little signs. You, you didn’t believe in me."

I shrink back after Jack yells at me. I've never seen him act so angry. I didn’t know he could be angry. "I'm....I'm sorry." ut why is it that now I’m the one apologizing? How, how does that one make sense?  Jack seems to be going through a nervous breakdown. "YOU'RE SORRY?! YOU'RE SORRY?! HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL?! I ACCIDENTALLY CAUSE A CRASH THE KILLED THE IMMEDIATE FAMILY OF THE GIRL I LOVE!" Love? He never said that. Not once. I mean, he knew I believed; and at 13, if you still believe there must be something more. I mean, I can’t even told you how he found me and put me apart from all of the other believers. I’ve never known. and I’ve never understood. Why would an immortal being choose me?  I almost whisper “You never told me that Jack.”  

 "You never gave me the chance."

Maybe I have been harsh on him, but what do you expect? 13 is so young, still a child. Almost prepubescent. I was hurt, and angry. Just so angry at, myself, that my family died, and I took it out on Jack. He didn’t try to make it happen, he didn’t force the car off of the rode, it was a freak accident that went wrong, and just that. An Accident. I realize I’m crying, as Jack brushes away the first tears. “Jack, I’m so sorry. I’ve really taken a bad matter and made it worse. I hope you can forgive me.” “There’s nothing to forgive Sigourney.” I smile and nod.

“Will you come see me tomorrow?” “Of course I will, as long as you want me, I’ll be here, except tonight. Father Winter is calling me back to work, the GroundHog was scared by his shadow this year.” “I can’t imagine why, Jack.” He playfully winks at me. “Goodnight Jack Frost.” “Goodnight M’lady.” With that, Jack kisses the top of my hand and whispers “Tomorrow” in my ear. Tomorrow indeed. I fall back in my bed with my head spinning. I just let Jack Frost back into my life, and I think I’m actually happy about it. It’s time to move on from the crash, it’s time to stop sorting my life into two categories of a Pre and Post sections, I can at least try, and Jack will be my through line.


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