Forget-Me-Not (Jack Frost X OC)

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     I had my first nightmare in years! I was dying. I was laying in the snow as it turned red with my blood. I had been stabbed through the chest. I couldn't move and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I fought hard to stay awake, but I was weak and woozy from the loss of blood. I laid in the snow shivering and pleading for help. I seemed to be alone in the white world, but then someone was kneeling beside me. I turned my head as much as I was able to and saw it was Jack. I saw tears escape his icy blue eyes. He held my hand and told me everything was going to be alright. I smiled weakly at him as his tears hit my cheek. "I love you so, so much." He whispered. I couldn't speak nor could I move. I wanted to tell him the same thing, but I could feel my body shutting down.

     Looking from a different perspective, I saw myself laying perfectly still in the snow. My crimson blood stained the snow and Jack's hands. I saw him crying and holding my frozen dead body close to him as he begged for me to come back. He screamed and shouted at me to come back. He tried to give me warmth but failed due to his cold body temperature. "What can I do? Please, I can't save you. Tell me how I can save you!" Finally, knowing it was no use, he laid me back down gently in the snow and gave my dead body a kiss before leaving me there for the police, or someone, to find me. The snow kept falling down soundlessly until everything was muted in white.

I sat up and wiped tears and sweat from my face. I looked around my room and spotted the white-haired boy at the window. I jumped out of bed and ran to hug him from behind. Startled, he gasped and flinched.

"Hey, what's wrong? I'm still here as promised."

"I had a nightmare." I said with teary eyes. I heard Jack gasp softly and turned around. "It felt so real Jack." I cry. Jack placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye as he told me, in the most serious voice I had ever heard him that he would never let anything bad happen.

"No matter what happens, I will always be there for you. I promise." I was beginning to feel cold. I imagined that it was because of Jack's body temperature. My arms and hands that were wrapped around him were starting to burn as if I had been touching the snow with my bare hands. The winter spirit took notice and pushed me away before I get hypothermia. He sent me back to bed and pulled the blanket over my shoulders. At first I was reluctant to sleep, but my body really needed it. Before I shut my eyes, I took one final glance at the spirit. It was hard to believe that I knew and believed in him when I was younger. All those memories only seemed like dreams and my imagination but looking at him right now, at this day and age, I knew it was real. I knew he was real. And I knew that he was an amazing friend and always will be.

     I woke up feeling less sick than the previous day. I didn't have a nightmare nor did I have a dream. My sleep was like an empty void of nothingness. I sat up in bed, yawned, and looked around for the winter spirit. I caught him standing by the window. He wore his hood and didn't pay notice that I woke up. I walked over to him and asked what he was thinking about. For a while he didn't reply then he sighed and pulled down his hood. He asked me to tell me exactly what I saw. I didn't want to relive the intense dream. It seemed real and I felt everything, but I told him anyways. Jack seemed uneasy and paler (if that were possible).

"What's wrong? Jack, are you okay?"

"I need to go." He said softly. He opened the window and before he could leave I caught his arm.

"You promised."

"And I'm trying to keep that promise. I'll be back for our date, I promise." He kissed my forehead and went out the window and flew away. I stood there almost shocked that he had just left me and without giving me a reason. When I was finally able to move again, I went to shut the window and sit on the floor. My mind thought about how his soft cold lips burned when they came into contact with my skin. It burned but I didn't care. Then my mind wandered to what he said. "Did he just call it a date?" I asked myself.