Giving Up

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I can't go back. I won't, besides Father Winter will never let me back. 

So instead of going back to the clouds, I"m going to go back to the lake. 


What if? 


What if I jumped back in, would it work? Would I go back to being mortal? Or would I sink back to the bottom and drown? Or just sit there. 


I'm going to give it a try. 


Though I have a plan, I gently put my foot on the ice, guess it's time to see if Jack is doing his job. After one step works, I walk back out to the middle. I start to weaken the ice through the soles of my feet until the ice is cracking. With that, I reenact my death.


Oh how fun. 


I crash back through the ice just like before, but this time as the ice water fills my lungs I don't fall asleep like I did before and can feel the burning endless pain. Deeper and deeper I go, I stay awake.


The deep agonizing pain seems relentless.


I don't think there's an escape for me. Why would there be? Look at all I've done. Just today on the high way I must have killed enough to deserve this. I act like I regret nothing. But I regret it all. I regret even opening the window all those years ago when I was a little girl, the night I met Jack Frost. I never thought I'd meet him, or gain friendship. But I fell asleep by the window, and in he came.


If I could go back, I would.

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