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Pale lips.
Cold face.
So serious.
Warm embrace...
Flowers and bows.
A long time ago.
Blue in his eyes.
And stars now, too.
So far away.
He begs me to stay.
But I'm already gone.
Always something wrong.
Forget the tears,
Forget the smile.
I will die
Loving you.
Forget the laughter,
Forget the pain.
It's okay.
We're okay...
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Jack's Winter Lullaby
When you wander through the forest
So perfect and white,
I want you to know it was me
Who was working all night
So I could bring you the snow
That makes you smile
And so you would know
I stopped and stayed a while
And I want you to know
That when I’m flying around
And bringing snow days to other small towns
I never stop thinking of your beautiful eyes
And how you never pay attention to the world’s vicious lies.
Because you are my snowflake,
My diamond in the snow.
And I think about you
Wherever I go.
And even though I can see you
But you still can’t see me
I will be hopeful
That someday you’ll believe.
Because when y
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Frostbitten
Winter is her favorite time of the year.
It's beautiful. Silver and blue dance around with one another in a waltz of freezing passion as snow and ice douse the land in a blanket of boreal glamour. Glass windowpanes become easels for falling snowflakes, frost etching into the smooth surfaces in intricate and unique patterns.
Winter has always been her favorite time of the year, and it always will be.
It is not because of Christmas--no, even though she loves the holiday, it is not what sparks her strong fondness for the star-colored blanketing across the land. Her infatuation with the snow and ice and everything cold has to do with something
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Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.23
Pitch Black, the Boogeyman, was someone you had never truly believed in and had hardly ever heard him mentioned. Maybe you should have paid attention when Jack had mention him, but you had disregarded him and had forgot what he had mention about such a man.
He was bad. That is what you knew; Pitch Black was what nightmares were made of, or what commanded them. Your thoughts were muddled by your nightmare, by his appearance in your reality, by your mother’s and Ruben’s reaction when you kept screaming for them to turn around and look at the threat behind them.
There was another fact that couldn’t be ignored by your analytic
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Jack's lost someone again.
"We're okay..."
Meaning: I'm not okay.
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i thought this was a parody of a-team, but its really good