❄️~ I Believe ~❄️ || Hiro x Jack Frost ||

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Hiro's POV:

It's only been a month since my brothers death. Everyone who was important in my life is gone. Dead. Dead and gone. The only person I have left is Aunt Cass and she's really supportive. She really tries her best and I love her for that. I just don't think anything can heal this pain. This emptiness I have. Everything I got too close to or loved too much has been ripped from me. Am I supposed to just live with this? Aunt Cass really isn't close enough to me like....like.........Tadashi..was... And I'm honestly afraid to try to get close to her.

I'm in a state of depression where I can't eat or sleep. The only smile I have is fake. I go to the Institute and see my friends, but my happiness is all an act so they don't have to worry about me. I've never cut. I never will, but that doesn't seem to stop me from wanting to apparently. Is this really how it has to be?

Jack's POV:

I watch a child from a window in Japan at night. San Fransokyo, I believe? There's this kid that I've been watching sleep for quite a while. Sounds creepy, but I'm a Guardian so it's kinda my job. He intrigues me on how he looks asleep one minute and awake in the other. Maybe he has insomnia? Poor thing. Looked fairly about..14 to 15 years old. There's lots of kids with insomnia, yes, but this one seems...different. I can't quite put my finger on it. I mean, I'm kinda supposed to be watching over the ones who believe, but who says I can't watch over the kids that don't? We can make them believe, can't we? Too old or not, sometimes it's what people need. Some people need the hope, the fun, or the light. Maybe that's why I can't seem to get this one off my mind. Maybe he's struggling? I need to start watching during the day. Good plan, Jack. Good plan. I pat myself on the back mentally.

So this is what 300+ years of being resurrected and being immortal lead up to? Watching people live their lives? Stalking them before you make them "believe in you?" God, why me? Eh. I can't complain. I took the oath. Jamie made me believe in myself. I can't let him down. So, yeah, let's stalk...Hiro? Yes, that's it. I heard his name from passing conversions.

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This boy never leaves the room! Ugh, is he one of those?! Wait... that's not a face of someone who likes staying in his room. What is wrong with him?

Ok. Let's stop asking questions and examine the belongings.

High tech computer system meaning he's probably a gamer or a vlogger. No pictures of friends or family. Maybe..he doesn't have any? Tiny robot on the desk suggests he might be a builder/inventor. I like some creativity. What's this whole section of the room he never goes in that's covered up with a divider? Lemme sneak in. I'm invisible anyway.

I find the entrance to the cafe and make my way upstairs. I find the room and there he is, scribbling away in his notebook again. I quietly open the divider just enough for me to squeeze through. I look over to see if he's noticed. He's got earbuds in. Good. I squeeze in and find another bed. It looks like it hasn't been touched in a long time. There's a cap sitting on the bed. I pick it up, thinking hard about what this boy was hiding or maybe..burying? There's nothing more about this side of the room. Just this bed and a few bookshelves.

Then it hit me like a brick shattering glass. This boy has lost someone. That look on his face everyday, why he won't leave his room unless for school, why he will only eat a mere morsel everyday is because...he's grieving. Is it a brother? Has to be. I turn around to look at him through the crack of the divider. He's now sitting on the floor staring at something small. I look closer and cover my mouth.

Oh my god, that's a razor.

I can't do anything because I'm invisible, so I can only watch. This is where I begin to hate my life.

He stares at it for quite some time before picking it up and throwing it across the room in rage only to break down and cry. I can't help but to cry as well. He reminds me of me. I never found out how my sister dealt with my death. Did she go through this or move on like I'd want her to? Watching him is making my memories come back to me once more.

I had to leave. Just this room. I was definitely coming back to try to reach out to him. But right now I couldn't watch this.

I squeezed through the divider and the wall again and flew out of there. Oops. Probably left a big gust of wind for him. Oh well.

I perched on the roof, gathering my thoughts.

Hiro's POV:

I was staring at the razor and it's like I could hear it whispering to me. Wanting me to use it. The whispers got way to loud, I couldn't take it anymore. I was so angry, I just threw it. I didn't care where.

I miss him so much.

I just miss him so much...

The dam holding my tears came crashing down creating a flood on my face.

Tadashi...

Why did you leave me?

Out of nowhere there's this huge gust of wind in my room. It scared me out of my emotions. Am I hallucinating now? God, what am I doing to myself?