Valentine is a lovable angel. All her life, she's been bringing love to others, hoping that one day, she herself will fall in love. One icey morning just days before her day, she runs into none other than Jack Frost. It was love at first sight, just as she'd always dreamed! But when the Spirit of Hate tries to ruin her beautiful holiday, she must unite with Jack to restore love and friendship in the world.
He was beautiful, yet deadly. Kind, yet vicious. Romantic, yet heartbreaking. To anyone, he is no good. A machine only for one use before being thrown out. A candle run out of oil. They all think he's broken, unable to be fixed. A messed up man in no control of what he does, unable to change. That's why I changed him. And he changed me. It was a fair deal, my freedom for his satisfaction. Some say it's only because of me that he is the good man he is today, that I help him from the path of cruelty to the road of kindness, that I saved him from himself. Yet they still say he has a default, an imperfection. To me, he's perfect, just as he always was and always will be. No one and nothing can change that. Not even me...
She was the most stubborn type of person. She would go after a man, yet she would fall. She would be cast aside into the dirt with her heart torn in two. Yet she would pick herself up. She would brush off the dirt and try again. No matter how many times she failed, she went out again. She tried to find someone who would love her as much as she loved him. She always dreamed of a fairytale life, a happily ever after. Yet everytime she thinks she will get one, she is thrown aside again. She is never truly accepted, never meeting up to the standerds of those around her. Yet she tries again anyway. One day, she will find a man who loves her more than she loves him. He will love her cracks, the tears in her jeans, the splits of her lip. He will see her as so much more than anyone can begin to comprehend, loving her imperfetions as perfections. He's always been with her, ready to catch her when she falls, yet she never takes notice of him. She doesn't look up to see his shinning face, his outstretchd arms. He has loved her forever, yet she does not know he exists. One day, she'll notice him, and once she feels his love, she will never want another.
Every good story has a plot, and every one has a theme. Its that one thing in the story that makes it what it is. What only few writers know is that stories were created after lives. You can say it either way and it works. Every good person has a character, and every one has morals. No matter what's in it-the twists and turns, the events, the people, the drama, the excitement-everything is focused on the foundation, and that's what decides whether its good or bad. So what will your life be?
