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It was quiet, as it always was there. There wasn't any laughing. There wasn't any smiling. There wasn't any fun. There was only forlorn silence echoing in remembrance. He knew out was going to happen; he knew from the beginning that out was going to happen. Somewhere in true back of him mind he had hoped there would be some miracle that she wouldn't have to go.

Jack sat in the silence, head down, hood over the back of his head. His bare feet settled awkwardly yet normally where they had been for the visits.

Seventeen days.

It had been seventeen days since they had buried her. Twenty since she'd breathed. Twenty four since she'd told him she was going to die soon.

How could someone so calmly state that?

Burning, hot tears streaked down his cheeks. They melted against the frost roses forming slowly on the simple inset tombstone. Jack allowed a quiet sob, shaking uncontrollably. He was always out of sobs, but somehow always found new tears to shed; a new memory to remember. The other Guardians had yet to return since the funeral, not that he could expect them too. They were devastated upon hearing the news.

Jack shifted again until he found himself lying over the grave, his head on the cold stone. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to see her. He wanted to see her smile. He wanted to hear her laugh.

He missed her.

Everything about her.

And all the things he wanted to say. All the things he wanted to do.

It didn't matter now.

Nothing at all.

Jack's eye lids felt heavy now. He complied and allowed them to shut, falling victim to whatever waited behind them.

The wind blew a comforting hand throughout the area.

§

It was usual, she was curled up against him, her body overheating. He was waiting for her to fully wake up. It was seven in the morning, and he practically never got sleep on the worst of the nights. He always wanted to make she was okay.

She didn't move, only remained still against his chest. Her breathing was shallow, which wouldn't usually bother him.

But today...

She was breathing so shallowly, she couldn't be getting enough oxygen. Her eyes were also halfway open, and she only blinked very few minutes.

"...Jack..."

He shifted, moving his head to where he could look at her. His cerulean eyes staring into her clouding frosted eyes. Tears were forming and starting to roll down her crimson dusted cheeks. He brought a hand up and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears.

"I'm... Scared..."

"I'm here. I'm not going to leave you."

"...I... Don't want to... die..."

Jack's face dropped, followed by his hand. She shouldn't be worried. She had made it past her nine months, and was still doing surprisingly well. Last night she had had a relapse, but still.

"I'm... Really scared..."

He gathered her closer to him, feeling her sobs through his chest. "You're going to be fine. You're not going to die. Everything's going to be fine."

"Jack... I know... I'm going to... Die." Her voice was shaking now with each word.

"No you're not! I won't let you die..." He knew his voice was shaking too.

"But... Jack... I know..." She let out a cough. It was wet, and she wheezed her next breath. "Please... Listen..."

He kept quiet, drawing her even closer and feeling her breathing slow further.

"I don't... Want to leave you... I wanted... To have fun..." Another cough and wheeze, "But I know... I probably won't ever get too."

"We can play as soon as you feel better! You're not going to die, I won't let you."

She laughed softly at that, "I wish that... Was enough."

Jack felt her shuffle underneath his arm, lifting hers. Her hand shook, rising until it was able to fall and land on his cheek. It was warm, the good warm he remembered and cherished. "I won't let you die..."

"...j.. Jack... You don't know how happy I am... To have met you..." Jack looked down to find tears dripping once more from her eyes. "I... Want to stay... Even... Now."

"You can! Just-"

"Jack... Thank you so much."

"Stop telling me a goodbye!" He felt tears forming in the corners of his straining eyes. His throat felt raw. "Please..."

"... I wanted... I wanted.. To play... And play... I wanted... Everything I got... Thank you..."

She moved once more, shakily grabbing his face and pulling it slightly down until they were inches apart. She whispered one more thing before leaning into the softest kiss he'd ever imagined. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, her lower hand falling and the outer one moving to clench his.

He held her tightly, feeling her shaking slowly die along with her shallow breathing.

Her grip started to give, loosening slowly.

He watched her eyes close.

She settled back, her tensed muscles giving.

He held her limp hand.

And let the tears fall from his face, not caring who saw.

§

A single drop of rain hit his face, causing his eyes to slowly open. How many times would that hour haunt him? The wind blew another comforting hand.

The rain was falling harder now.

Smile.

Jack allowed his gaze to wander upwards, catching sight of the moon. A full moon stared down at him. He gave a soft smile at the thought. Man in Moon was trying to comfort him too.

Jack Frost sighed, standing and grabbing his staff, using the sleeve of his free hand to wipe clean his face of the streak marks running down his cheeks. He tipped his staff, the end glancing off the tombstone covered in frost roses.

He turned and allowed the wind to grab him up, pulling his quickly away from the secluded area within the graveyard.

He didn't look back to see the single iced heart that formed over the gravestone.

"I'll see you tomorrow... Alice..."

The rain didn't cease blowing past him. Nor did it melt the ice over the grave.

"... Goodbye... Jack... And... I'm sorry..."

"... Te amo... Jack Frost... Te amo."

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Heya guys!

Sorry for it being sad. This was the original ending of Iced Hearts. Frankly, I'm glad I didn't end it that way. But at the same time, I wonder how everyone would have taken it.

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