A Thousand Years

The Dream

 It would have been pitch black around us if the dim lights over-head weren't turned on.  I know that I have been standing there for a while even though it was freezing. To be honest, I should have moved a long time ago, I was in my markiplier mustache PJ pants and a black shirt that hung loosely around my neck and arms. The room was freezing and I was beginning to feel the signs of frostbite, I couldn't feel anything, I was numb. 

"Hello?" I called out into the darkness. 

I slowly got up from my position on the floor while waiting for the answer that would never come. There was a wall behind me that I had been leaning on while sitting. No doors were visible at the moment so, walking forward was the only thing I could do unless I wanted to die from frostbite. 

The hall came to a fork near the end. The paths I could choose was right or left (or of course just turn around from where I came from.)    *Maybe I should go right, it just makes sense, I'm right-handed.* I thought to myself. I stood there pondering which path to take when I started to smell something. It smelt like home. Immediately I began to follow the smell (meaning the left path) at a walking pace at first then, I started to run toward it. It felt as if I didn't run it would be too late to get to whatever was producing the smell.

I turned multiple different turns and corridors, and I knew I would never be able to get back to where this started. The smell was getting stronger as I got closer. My lungs were on fire when I saw this door that was painted dark red, this is where the smell was coming from. As soon as I opened the door, the scent of cinnamon and peppermint filled my nose. There was only one person I've ever known to smell like Christmas, Jack.

My childhood friend sat in the middle of the room. His head was in his hands while he was sitting criss-cross, he had his normally blue hoodie on with a pair of black skinny jeans which were ripped at the knee. 

"Jack?" I asked him while tilting my head to the right. 

He didn't say anything but he stood up. He had always been taller than me. Jack was looking at the floor, probably at his bare feet. 

"Hiccup?" He asked. His voice sounded deeper like he had just awoken from a deep sleep. My heart began to instantly beat quicker hearing him speak. 

"Can I please have a hug?" 

Those words rang in my ears. He has never asked for a hug in his entire life. I didn't know what I was doing until I was in his embrace, my arms around his neck while his arms were around my waist. He slowly pulled away, his arms were still around my waist. His icy blue eyes were staring into my emerald pair. 

"Jack, what's wrong?" I asked while trying to search in his eyes for any signs of actual emotion. 

His eyes started to tear up and overflow. His tears fell down his pale face slowly. He pulled me into another warm embrace. We stood there hugging for god knows how long until he finally said something.

"Hiccup?" 

"Yes, Jack?" I replied. 

"I'm so sorry." 

"For what..?" I asked sounding rather confused.

Jack then pulled away from the hug, looked me in the eyes, put one hand on the back of my neck while tangling the other in my hair and kissed me.