Jack was flying over Burgess at night. He had a fun day with Jamie. But something drew his attention. He heard the sound of a child crying. It was coming from an alley. He ventured in. There were tiny flecks of blood on the ground. There was a girl, maybe ten slumped against a box. Blood was staining her tattered t-shirt. He got closer. There was a wound on her side. Small tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Are you an angel?" She asked.

Jack shook his head.

"You're..." She whispered "Jack Frost."

Jack nodded. She could see him. She closed her eyes.

Something about her reminded him of his sister.

"Can you help me?" She asked.

Jack looked at her. Her green eyes pleaded.

"Don't leave me..." She said.

Jack sighed. He clasped her hand.

She fell asleep, breathing evenly. Jack knew in his heart he couldn't save her..

That night, she died. There was a weak smile on her cold lips. She died in her sleep. Right next to her one friend.

Jack picked the little girl, then summoned the wind. He laid her in a meadow in Burgess woods. He made just enough snow fall, not to completely cover her, just to land a little in her dirty blonde hair and eyelashes. She looked like a little sleeping snow fairy.

The whole event haunted Jack, and still continues to. He never learned her name.

Writing this murdered my feels. Keep some tissues ready...Just in case.