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Say something, I'm giving up on you...

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I stared out the window of my cold, dark bedroom. Piles of glistening, freshly fallen snow covered the entire ground. They were probably going to end up reaching the top of my house at this rate.

I let out a large sigh before hopping off my windowsill and walking over to my bed, throwing myself face-first onto the mattress.

"I fucking hate winter." I whined in annoyance, burying my head into my pillow. I hated the snow and the cold weather in general. I hated it more than I hated anything in the world. Every time I saw those freezing cold, wet, sticky, worthless piles of crushed ice, I just wanted to lock myself inside of my bedroom and never come out until it melted.

I hated touching that stuff. I hated walking in that stuff. I hated the sight of that stuff. I simply hated everything about the simple idea of that stuff. Snow, ice, winter... all of it. I just despised it. Period.

But strangely enough... I wasn't always this way. It's actually kinda funny to think about how much I used to adore this season.

I used to love running around in the snow. I used to throw myself onto the ground and make dozens of snow angels. I'd go sledding all the time, and sometimes I'd even get injured in the process... but it's not like that'd ever stop me. I used to love snowball fights and building snowmen. I'd even scoop up little bundles of the freezing cold substance into my hands and eat it shamelessly. I would have laughed and played in that shit all day if I could have.

I loved every single thing about the snow... everything.

But there was one thing I loved most of all. It was my favorite part of winter, the one thing that I looked forward to every year. It was the one thing that always made my face light up with glee... it was him. Jack Frost.

Yes, the Jack Frost. The guardian of fun, the winter spirit, the creator of ice and snow... and the first person in the world to actually want to be my friend.

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It was about 7 years ago... that's when I first met him. I was 10 years old and I was in the 5th grade. To say I was a little bit unpopular would be an understatement. I was incredibly unpopular. I had absolutely no friends. I was basically the queen of the elementary school loners.

Not even my own parents ever payed attention to me. They were always either out working or they were fighting... it was like they completely forgot that I even existed. And needless to say, it was pretty damn painful. It was painful to feel like nobody out there cared about you... but that's all I felt. In fact, that's all I could ever feel...

Until one day...

It was just like any normal day... I never would have guessed that it would change my life forever.

My parents were inside the house arguing over something ridiculous, and I was patiently waiting outside for my mom to come out, grab me, and tell me that we were "going to move in with Nanna," just so that we could come right back home the next day. Just like every single time before.

I sat on a rock in the front yard as I drew little pictures in the snow with a stick, the most bored expression physically possible plastered across my small face.

I let out a frustrated sigh before lifting the stick high in the air and throwing it into the road with a grunt.

"Stupid... freakin... people and... parents.... sticks..." I muttered to myself, throwing my head into my hands with complete and utter desperation.

"Haha, hey now, what'd that stick ever do to you?" I heard a voice chuckle from behind me. I let out a sharp, high-pitched gasp as I quickly jolted around in shock.

That's when my (e/c) eyes widened like saucers as I came face-to-face with... with a boy? But... this wasn't any regular old boy... this was... a very strange boy.

A very strange boy who looked about 18. His hair was as white as freshly fallen snow, and his bangs fell slightly over the center of his forehead.

He wore light brown skinny jeans that were ripped on the ends. Beige colored tape was wrapped around the jeans from the knees down... at least I think it was tape... why would you wrap tape around your jeans anyway?

He had a blue pullover hoodie with light frost covering the fringe, the sleeves and the pockets. His eyes were a bright shade of blue, and for some strange reason, he wasn't wearing any shoes. He also had a large, frost-covered stick that he hung over his shoulder.

Just by looking at him, I could already tell that this dude was not normal... but even so, I definitely didn't expect what happened next...

"I... um, I-I..." I stuttered, not really knowing what to say. I stared at the smirking teenager with widened (e/c) eyes, a thousand questions bouncing back and forth from the inside of my head. 'How long has he been standing there?! And why the heck isn't he wearing shoes?! Isn't he freezing?! And why is he carrying a stick that's bigger than he is?!'

The boy looked back at me and his smirk slowly faded, his eyes beginning to soften slowly.

"You can.. you can see me... right?" He questioned, his voice slowly sounding a bit softer.

"Um.. I.. y-yes..? Why... why wouldn't I be--" I stuttered in nervousness before being cut off midway through my sentence.

"My name's Jack.. Jack Frost." He said softly, gently smiling and slowly walking towards me. "What's your name?"

He then got in front of the rock that I was sitting on and sat squat-position on the snowy ground.

"I.. I uh... I-I..." I stuttered, feeling slightly uneasy. I mean, I never really talked to people, and when I did, they usually weren't teenage boys with white hair and giant sticks.

"Hey, don't be scared, I don't bite~" He said with a slight laugh as he attempted to calm my nerves.

I looked at him and swallowed anxiously, still feeling a bit fearful. His smile slowly faded before he glanced in the opposite direction, staring into the distance as if he were thinking of something... and that's when his eyes widened, a wide smirk spreading across his features once again.

"Hey, you wanna see something cool~?" He asked smoothly, still smirking as he spoke.

"Um... uh, I.." I stuttered cluelessly before finally answering. "Uhm.. sure..."

He responded with a light-hearted chuckle as he stood up and floated over to the wall of my house... wait... floated?!

My (e/c) orbs widened in shock. 'Did... did he just--!'

My thoughts were quickly interrupted as he gently tapped the side of my house with his staff. My look of confusion immediately turned into a look of shock and wonder as a large layer of frost covered every last inch of the wall, the sight being so beautiful that it's practically impossible to even put it into words.

"Oh... oh my god..." I whispered under my breath, shock and disbelief showing in my voice. "You... you... you just made fr-- AHHH!"

Once again, my bullshit stuttering was cut short as he flung himself towards me and scooped me up into his left arm, jumping into the sky as he held my small, fragile form over his shoulder.

"SHIITT, I'M GONNA DIE!" I cursed into the sky, gripping tightly onto Jack's hoodie as I began shaking in fear. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIITTT!"

"Wow, that's quite a mouth you've got there kid!" He laughed his words as he floated in the air, not moving at all. I was clinging for my life at this point. I didn't really care what was said at this point, nor did I care about the fact that I was cursing. That was actually the least of my concerns right now.

It was quiet for a moment as we floated in the air, my body shaking profusely as my face remained buried in the back of Jack's hoodie.

"Hey.. kid.. you do realize you can open your eyes now right?" He began to whisper softly, trying to calm me down. "It's not like I'm moving or anything, hah."

I remained quiet, keeping my face buried. I didn't say a word. Jack sighed as he carefully began to help roll me over so that I was on his back. My grip on his hoodie tightened to help refrain myself from falling off.

As soon as I was safely on his back with my arms tightly wrapped around his neck, I slowly let my (e/c) eyes open slightly. That's when I looked down and saw the view of the ground, my eyes wider than ever before. I took in a large gasp of air, unable to make a single sound as I clung for dear life. I gripped onto Jack's hoodie even tighter-- if that were even possible.

I saw several houses, buildings, trees, and cars. I saw several tiny people walking down the streets as I took in the view of my neighborhood. It was amazing. I felt mixed emotions of fear, wonder, and amazement running through my veins, my heart beating faster than ever before.

"Wow..." I muttered under my breath, my grip on Jack loosening slightly.

"Cool, huh?" I heard him snicker slightly as he spoke.

"Yeah.." I muffled again, shock and amazement apparent in my voice as I gazed down at the world below me.

"Wanna go for a ride~?" He asked, smirking as he turned his head to look at me.

"WHAT?! NO!" I gasped, gripping onto him once again in sudden fear.

"Ahaha! Are you surreee?! It'll be fuunn~!" He teased in a sing-song type of voice.

"NO NO NO NO NO~!" I shouted my refusal in a childish manner... but then again, I was a child, after all.

"OKAY THEN, UP WE GO~!" He responded loudly and laughed as his voice echoed through the sky.

I gripped onto him even tighter and buried my head into his shoulder as I yelled at him with my high-pitched, childlike voice.

"NO NO NO NOOO--AAHHHH~!"

~Whoosh~

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And despite my stubborn attitude... I actually had a lot of fun.
We soared through the sky for what seemed like eternity, and when flying got old, we ran around in the snow and had a good old-fashioned snowball fight. We built a couple of snowmen, made a few snow angels, went sledding down some mountains... and all in all... it was a good day.

But then it got late.
And Jack had to leave.
And I was afraid.

This was the first friend I have ever made... and I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to play some more.

So I asked him, "Jack... will I ever get to see you again?"

He sat down squat-position in front of me, looking into my eyes.

"Of course you'll see me again." He spoke softly as he gently pet my head, his voice sounding completely sincere.

"You promise..?" I asked quietly, my (e/c) eyes staring into his bright blue ones with signs of sadness.

He leaned over and hugged me gently.

"I promise."

And surprisingly enough... he actually kept his promise.
I did see him again.
I saw him twice every year for the next 4 years, and he came around 3 times when I was 14.

But then... when I turned 15... he had stopped coming.

And I didn't know why.

I waited for him all winter... but I didn't get a single sign. He didn't even give me a hello, a goodbye or an apology... I didn't even see him.

He didn't even show up at all.

Then, when I was 16, I was at the very least expecting a reason for his absence... but I didn't get one. He had forgotten about me again... and I felt my heart break inside my chest.

It was like... he had suddenly forgotten that I ever even existed.

Or maybe... maybe he was the one that didn't exist... maybe I was just that lonely... maybe... maybe all this time, he was just....

The very thought of it made me feel like my entire world was crashing down on me as I fell onto my bed and curled my knees into my chest. I buried my head into my pillow and cried softly.

Say something I'm giving up on you....

"Please.." I muffled through my cries, my voice almost impossible to understand with the pillow muffling all of my words. "Please, Jack... please come back... please..."

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(Third Person P.O.V)

And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you

"I'm sorry.." Jack muffled, tears sticking to the inside of his throat as he pressed his forehead against (y/n)'s window. "Please... please just try to believe in me... I'm right here now... please..."

And anywhere I would have followed you...

Jack paused for a moment before taking in a deep breath and breathing against (y/n)'s window. With his index finger, he wrote on her window, 'I'm sorry... please, just try not to forget me. -Jack.'

He paused for a moment, wondering if this was enough. Then, he knocked on her window gently, but loud enough for her to hear. Then, she jumped out of bed in shock and immediately looked towards the window. That's when Jack quickly flew upwards, flying all the way back home... but not before scribbling down one last thing against (y/n)'s window.

Say something I'm giving up on you....

(Y/n) quickly jolted off her bed and ran towards the window as fast as humanly possible, her eyes widening as she read the words written on it.

'I'm sorry... please just try not to forget me. -Jack'

Her eyes widened to an even larger extent as she read the last line.

'P.S I love you.'

Tears swelled up in her eyes as (Y/n) flung the window open, sticking her head out and calling out into the night.

"JACK!" She yelled, her voice echoing in the silent sky. "JJAAACCKKK!"

She looked up, she looked down, she looked left, she looked right... she looked everywhere... but Jack was nowhere to be seen.

Say something....

"JAACCK!!" She called out one last time, her voice shaking in fear and sadness.

"J-... Jack..." Her voice was muffled now as she crossed her arms over the windowsill and buried her head into them. She sniffled as she cried softly, her breath rough and heavy. "Jack..."

"I.. I love you, too.. Jack.."