Daughter of the Moon

Chapter 20

❅❅Jack

Jack........ jack.......... JACK!

"Ah!" Jack jumped out of his bed. It's been three weeks since the big battle and Jack hasn't been doing to well. He's been having these recurring dreams- well nightmares- of Elsa. The dark sand devouring her pale skin, turning her eyes into a golden crest. The amount of blood she spilt, when she spoke. Her voice resonates in Jack's head like an echo in a empty hallway. 

There were bags under his eyes because of those dreams. So, to cope, he did what he usually did: punch. 

Through out the training room, the chains of the punching bag would tassel and clink together. Jack found it pleasant, but painful. However, during this time of his life, Jack couldn't feel pain. He felt numb and empty, of course, he didn't show it.  He's still the same cocky, winter guardian. All fun and games, but when he gets home, Jack turns right to the training room.

>>>>>>>>>>Flashback<<<<<<<<<<<<

BAM BAM BAM BAM..........

"Jackson, what are you doing?" 

Jack smirked, "Oh, sorry, ace. Did I wake you?" The blonde shook her head, "What are you doing up then?" 

"The real question is what are you doing up?" The winter guardian chuckled, but Elsa didn't look amused, "Jack, you're hurting yourself." Elsa clasped onto Jack's hands, making him flinch in pain. 

Jack smirked, "Aww, you do care." 

"You little Jackass, I'm serious. Don't even get me started on your drinking problem." 

Jack put his hands up in surrender, "I know it's bad, but it's just a habit that won't die." 

"Oh really?" 

"Really, really, your highness." 

Elsa shook her head, "What if I could change that?" Elsa smirked, making Jack chuckle.

"I'd like to see you try."

>>>>>>>>>>Flashback Ended<<<<<<<<<<<<

Jack chuckled at memory. She would be so mad that I picked up these habits again. He grabbed a bottle and flew up to the top of the Pole. He smiled as the stars shined brightly. Every night, Jack would fly up to the top and talk to Elsa, mostly about his day. Sometimes he would just sit in silence and watch as the stars shined brightly. 

Jack sighed, "Hey, Snowflake. How was your day?" No response. "Mine was okay. I met Jamie and the gang this morning. Sophie's been asking where you have been. I didn't know what to tell her so I said that you were sick. She lectured me that I should've been with you if you were sick." 

Jack chuckled. He looked at the stars in utter bliss. "I know you've been watching over me. I can still feel you next to me. It's probably the Nightlight in me, remembering all of the things him and Katherine did."

"Speaking of which, I read your book. Front to Back..... yeah, I know. Jack Frost is reading. Man, do you know how many times I had to look in the dictionary for some of your words. Damn, you were smart. Probably, one of the things that makes you so attractive." 

Jack took a sip of his beer, "I also picked up a few of my old habits. Talk about old habits die hard. This one sure didn't die. I'm sorry. I'll try to do better. It's just....." Jack paused, stopping his urge to cry. He missed her. He missed her dearly. A few days ago, he promised her that he wouldn't cry anymore about her, but that hasn't stuck. Every night he goes to sleep crying, wondering what it would be like if she was still there.