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I'm Sorry (JackFrostxReader Oneshot)I can feel hot liquid spilling faster and faster, a dark sticky pool around me. But despite this fact, I feel no panic. Only dread. For we are still surrounded by dark. Jack and I…
"Jack." I say quietly, proud that my voice does not quaver, carry doubt. Instinctively, I feel around for his hand until I find it, pressed to the stone floor. It is cool in my grasp.
"Yeah?" He replies. His voice reminds me of falling snowflakes, too gentle to make a sound- even as they halt and squish against the ground. Too quiet- too unlike Jack. Soft. Low…. and scared. Very scared. He has never shown fear in front of me. I feel panic stir from deep within me. My fingers twitch impatiently.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." His answer is automatic. But then he hesitates. "Why are you telling me this now?" Nervous. His voice is nervous.
Now I am slipping. I cannot find enough of myself to reply. And without my consent, blood find its way between my fingers. Thick. Unavoidab
Dear Jack Frost
Jack, when I was a little girl, I would look out my window during winter and watch the snow fall. I had a weak constitution so I was never allowed to go out and play in the snow or I would catch pneumonia. I'd watch the snowflakes fall from inside my room and thank you for them rather than Santa Claus. When I was sick I'd make little paper snowflakes for you and give them to my parents to hang on our tree outside. When I was lonely I'd draw pictures in the frost on my window. I remember you would occasionally open my window to let in a perfectly formed snowflake as if to say, "Look at the beautiful thing I made for you." When I turned 19 my best friend died and I had lost all hope. Yet at the funeral, even though it was in September, you made it snow for me. When I took my own life the last words to leave my lips were, "I'll always believe in you Jack Frost." And I meant it. My only wish is that you remember me.
With love from a lifetime and forever more,
The Guardian of Fun"Zoe...." Somebody was calling my name... But, who? I looked around, seeing nothing but white emptiness and feeling an icy chill creeping down my spine. "Zoe...." There was the voice again. I stepped forward cautiously, my foot landing in something soft and cold. 'Wait, this isn't an empty place...' My bare foot was enveloped in white, fluffy snow, with what looked like frost creeping slowly up my leg in a fern-like pattern. 'But, isn't it the middle of summer?' I thought, pulling my foot out of the snow. "Zoe, would you wake up already? Stop spending your vacation in bed!" My bedroom door burst open as my younger sister, Eden, demanded my awakening. "Fine, fine! I'm up!" I shouted at her, glaring as I awoke. She made a triumphant face, then slammed the door shut and trod down the stairs. I huffed, pulling myself into a sitting position and looking at my alarm clock on the nightstand painted with a flower design, which was next to my bed. It read ten thirty. "It was a dream.... But,
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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