My Snow Angel: A Jack Frost love story

Chapter 18: Caraphernelia

Jack Frost's POV: 

I woke up later feeling physically better, but mentally and emotionally unstable.  The sight of her bleeding to death in my arms played on repeat in my head until all I could see was red. Whenever I slept, all I saw was darkness, all I heard was the sound of her voice alone and scared calling out to me.

I lay in the bed for a long time like this, drowning in my own misery. In my head was a constant mantra. I failed her. I failed her. I failed her.... 

I could feel and see the ice spreading from the bed I lay in. Without me controlling it, the ice would go unchecked and keep spreading, but I didn't care. What was the point of it all? Even now I could feel the belief of the children slipping away, none of us had the power of love and emotions like she did. None of us could be her. It was different when we had to help tooth collect the teeth. It was different when Easter was in danger, and we all helped Bunny prepare and hide eggs. Even if it didn't work out, we could at least help with their jobs.  None of us could make people remember or accept their true feelings though, none of us could be Cupid.

Just then I saw something flutter down from the ceiling and land on my cheek. I picked it up, it was a white feather. A white feather... Amorette!

I quickly jumped up out of bed and looked around. Softly I whispered "Amorette, is that you?"

To my disappointment I was answered by the coo of a dove. Wait, a dove? 

In the ceiling rafters I saw a snow white dove,  I reached up my hand to it and watched as  it flew down gracefully landing on my hand. It was perfectly tame and on its back I saw a harness with a heart shaped leather pouch. This pouch was overflowing with the desires, needs, and pain of people who needed her help. From what I understood in the short time I knew her,  she had hundreds of these. Telling her who needed her help, distributing her potions and summoning her to use her arrows.

"You must be one of her doves... One of her messengers.  How on earth did you escape the nightmares?"

It cooed only in response, looking at me bewildered. I couldn't understand this poor bird just as much as it couldn't understand me. Only Amorette could talk to them.... Amorette.

I lowered my head, fighting back the pain I felt.  I choked back tears and with my free hand I gripped my chest in hopes of quieting my pounding heart. Why? Why does it hurt so much?

I didn't realize it then, but that dove saw my pain and it planned on fulfilling its job.

No One's POV: 

The dove saw the intense pain of loss that Jack Frost was overwhelmed with. Plucking one of its feathers, it concentrated his emotions and sight of him into it. In the blink of an eye, the feather turned into a message with a broken heart seal which the dove placed in its pouch. In an instant its feather regrew and off the bird flew. Jack however didn't notice anything.