I waited for her to come again. She didn’t let me down that’s for sure. I watched her hop from pebble to pebble, her brown hair dance with the autumn wind. She sat right beside me, her elbow inches apart from my ribs. It had been over five years. Five years of not knowing why I had been saved from meeting death. Death had been around the corner when suddenly I saw light. It wasn’t the light of angels descending from the sky. No, it was the dim light of the moon, which seemed so bright. It was the Moon, who told me my name, but nothing else. It had been quite a while that the girl had come to this spot to think. She sat in the same spot, right under the Oak tree, besides the small stream that flowed and the pebbles which were planted around the tree and besides the stream. Her eyes were red as usual from crying and her cheeks glistened in the light of the autumn morning dew. I heard her say the word ‘Jack’ and then she burst into tears. ‘Hey, there’s no need to cry, it’s going to be alright’ I said as I tried to pat her on the back but with my hand going through her. Not such an amazing result. She looked up, as to see me staring right back at her. But she didn’t see me. She never would. Somehow she made me feel better. She made the loneliness go away and somehow I could see that my advice helped her to cheer up whenever she started to say the name ‘Jackson Overland’. After a few visits, it dawned on me that Jackson was her brother who she lost at a young age five years ago. At first I thought I knew her. That maybe I was the brother. But it couldn’t add up because the Moon told me that my name was Jack Frost. That suited me from the day I came back to life. My hair was white like frost; my skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow while my nails were milk-white. The only thing which wasn’t as bland as snow was my eyes. Icy-blue. I died in a deep blue hoodie and brown pants which now stuck to my flesh because they were dripping wet. I never tried to wear something warm but the answer to that was quite simple. The cold never bothered me. I watched the girl dry her eyes and get up on her feet ready to leave. Before I could stop myself I told her to wait. She suddenly spun around, her eyes staring right through me. I wondered if she could see me. ‘Is someone there? Show yourself!’ she squeaked her eyes filled with alarm and fear. I wish I could. Then it hit me! I made a picture of me on the ground out of thin ice which I brought to life. I watched the ice sculpture come to life. It zoomed around us as fast as it could and finally exploded into snow. A snowflake landed on her nose, and slowly she smiled.
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The Story Of My Life ( Finished).
Fanfiction5 years have passed since Jack died and became a spirit who no one could see or believe in but somehow his life changed when he met his sister who was the reason he died.
