Chapter Six:

Lady Luck sat beside Rina's tombstone and tucked her legs under herself as she thought about the girl buried six feet below her. Now that she was alone and knew that she had nothing to look forward to until tomorrow night, Lady Luck thought about the two visions she had earlier when she touched the dreamsand and when she got knocked over by the Mini Fairy. She had not told Cupid about them because the moment the snapped out of it, the images she saw were a blur and she could only remember tidbits like how she wanted to thank the Sandman for her dreams and when she saw Baby Tooth for the first time.

At that time, Lady Luck just went along with the visions but when she really thought about it, she wondered why she wanted to thank Sandy when she hadn't received any dreams from him (she guessed that the Sandman didn't send her his dreamsand because he didn't know that there was a girl sleeping by the pond) and she didn't know how she knew the Mini Fairy's name when she didn't even know what Mini Fairies were until Cupid told her about them.

The girl frowned when she remembered her winged friend. She had left him on the Bennett's roof without bidding him farewell. Lady Luck hoped that he would understand and forgive her.

Suddenly, Lady Luck looked towards the moon and, out of habit, asked the man living in it the numerous questions her mind was forming by the second. She knew he wouldn't reply but it made her feel better when she voiced out her confusion.

"Those visions didn't belong to me, did they?" Lady luck asked, watching as the clouds in front of the moon slowly began to drift away. "What were those vision supposed to mean? Am I supposed to know what's going on in them?"

The girl then pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "Do these visions have the answer to what I'm supposed to do? Are they like puzzle pieces? Should I find more things that trigger them?" Lady Luck began running her hands through her hair in frustration. The more questions that came to her mind, the more confused she got. "Who owns the visions though? Does he or she – no, the visions definitely belong to a girl – have the answer?"

Lady Luck took a deep breath and whistled it out when the moon remained silent in the sky, unmoving and continuously shinning. Giving up, she turned her attention towards Rina's tombstone and read what was written once more. It was a habit she developed.

"Rina Licia Snowe," Lady Luck recited in a dull tone, tracing her fingers over the engraved letters. The tomb was cold to the touch and it would have been buried under the snow if Lady Luck didn't brush the white blanket away. "Loving daughter, amazing friend and a strong believer."

"How can you guard wonder, memories, dreams, hope and fun? You can't exactly see them…" Lady Luck asked, confused.

"You don't necessarily have to see to believe, you know." Cupid pointed out. "I mean, you can't exactly seelove but you can very well feelit."

"Love? Is that what you do? Do you make people fall in love? Are you the Guardian of Love?"

"Breath, Lady, breath!" Cupid reminded Lady Luck, stepping away from her once more. "And no, I'm not a Guardian. I'm more of a…god."

"A god?"

"Yes, a god," Cupid now has a smug air around him. "But, this is not about me. You said people can't see you, right? Well, that's because they don't believe in you."

Lady Luck frowned. "But if they can't see me, how will they believe in me?"

"You don't have to see to believe, Lady." Cupid smiled.

"So what can I do to make them believe, Cupid?"

"Strong believer, huh?" Lady Luck whispered, bringing her hand back up to play with the scarf around her neck. "Would you have believed in me?"

Jack took a step away from the empty bed and nearly tripped over the boxes standing behind him. He turned around and looked at the boxes questioningly, wondering why they were there in the first place, before looking around Rina's room, trying to see if there was any clue as to where she went. Her desk wasn't as cluttered as before and he could see that the pencils and ballpens she usually left scattered were now placed into a mug shaped like a pig and her sketchpads were now stacked on top of one another on the corner of her table. Jack found this odd because he was so used to seeing them lying around her room.

The Winter Spirit ran a hand through his hair and walked over to Rina's wall of artwork. He spotted the drawings Jamie gave Rina throughout the years along with Sophie's doodles. Jack felt a smile tug on his lips when he saw the sketches Rina made of him and her together. There was one where he and Rina were on the roof watching Sandy work on sending his dreamsand to the children of Burgess and another one where Rina and him were making silly faces. He saw a group drawing of the Guardians and a landscape painting of Bunny's Warden.

Jack found himself trailing his hand over a drawing of him and Rina caught under the mistletoe in North's Palace.

"I'm so sorry," Jack whispered, stuffing his hand into his hoodie's pocket and made his way towards Rina's window. He stepped out of it and immediately flew towards the house next door.

If Rina wasn't in her room then she should be sleeping over at the Bennett's, right?

Jack peeked through Jamie's window and was relieved to see the boy snoozing peacefully in his bed. He pushed the window open and stepped into the boy's room, quietly making his way to him. The Winter Spirit didn't want to scare him and he found himself feeling guilty about what he was going to do. He was sure that Jamie was enjoying the dreams the Sandman sent him and Jack didn't want to take him away from them, but the fact that he didn't know where Rina was worried him.

"Jamie," He whispered, kneeling beside the brunette's bed. Jamie shrugged, he groaned, and he turned around, preferring the lovely dream over anything else. "Jamie," Jack tried again, shaking his younger friend gently this time. He noticed the boy shiver, his hands must have been cold, and sighed as he sat on the floor. He apologized in advance for what he was about to do.

Standing up and walking around the bed, Jack smiled one more time at the sight of Jamie enjoying his dream. Too bad it would be ending sooner than expected. He apologized to Sandy now too, knowing that he must have worked hard, knowing Jamie's love for everything that might exist, paranormal included. He guessed that whatever it was Jamie was enjoying, playing in a field of red grass with Martians wasn't so far off.

With a soft wave of his staff, a small cluster of snowflakes began to descend on the young Bennett. Jack chuckled when Jamie's nose twitched, and held back loud laughter when the boy snorted. After a few more seconds and a few more snowflakes, Jamie finally sneezed, causing him to jerk and wake up.

"You know," Jack began, leaning against his staff. "You better keep yourself warm, or else Jack Frost will nip your nose."

"Huh?" Jamie rubbed his nose and squinted his eyes in an attempt to see around his dark room. His mind was still half asleep, working on remembering the dream he was having before he was abruptly woke up, and it took him a while to comprehend what was happening around him. Suddenly, a shiver ran down the boy's spine and he wrapped his blanket tighter around his body before he looked up to see none other than Jack Frost. "Jack!" Jamie exclaimed, jumping out bed, blanket abandoned.

"Woah, Woah!" The Winter Spirit warned, laughing slightly at his friend's obvious joy. It really has been too long. "Didn't I just tell you to keep yourself warm?"

"Where have you been?" Jamie asked, ignoring his friend's comment. He wasn't used to Jack being gone from Burgess for more than three days and he was almost convinced that the Winter Spirit was never coming back. "Did you realize that you were nearly gone for more than a week?"

Jack rubbed the nape of his neck, sheepishly. "Sort of got distracted." He answered, releasing a few slow 'ha's when Jamie looked at him sternly. "There's no such thing as too much fun, right? Besides, all the kids out there want a couple of snow days too!" He winked when he finished the short explanation, remembering the giggles of the many children that had escaped their homes, preferring the opportunity to throw a couple of snowballs.

"And you had to be gone for a week to do that?" Jamie frowned. He didn't like the fact that he didn't believe his white haired friend but he knew Jack and his snow days well. The Winter Spirit could create snow days all over the world in a blink of an eye. It didn't take seven whole days to do so.

Shrugging and making a hasty decision to change the subject immediately, deciding that he had put aside the true nature of his visit for long enough. "Now that I am here though, I'm curious." Was it just his imagination, or did he actually feel a cold shiver run up his spine? It was probably nothing. The rapid beating of his heart was just a coincidence. "Where's Rina? Is she with Sophie? She wasn't in her room when I went over."

Before he could stop himself, Jamie's eyes widened in shock and he took a sharp intake of air, the cold stinging his throat. He brought his hand up to his mouth in order to suppress his coughs and he immediately looked away from Jack, not knowing what he was going to say if he continued to look his white haired friend in the eye.

All of a sudden, Jamie felt like he couldn't breathe.

Jack didn't miss a single thing. He saw each reaction, and his heart decided to start a one-man drum line. Jamie looked panicked, worried, and he wondered why. The only thing he hoped for now was that it was nothing as serious as the scenarios that began to plague the back of his mind. The shiver returned, more apparent now.

Harder to ignore.

"Come on Jamie, where is she?" Jack tried to sound happy-go-lucky, tried to hide every conflicting emotion that he felt. Jamie wouldn't tell him anything if he sensed that there were to be dire consequences.

"Ah…" Jamie opened his mouth but the words died before they could leave the tip of his tongue. What was he supposed to say? The truth, yes, he knew that, but how was he going to say it? Hey, man, your girlfriend? Yeah, she's dead. The boy mentally shook his head. There was no way he was going to say that, especially not in the voice his mind decided to use when it gave the suggestion. "Where is who?" Jamie screwed his eyes shut and cursed under his breath. That wasn't what he was planning to say at all.

Blue eyes narrowed. "Jamie," Jack warned. "Where's Rina?"

"R…Rina…" The boy trailed off, gulping. It was now or never, right? If he told a lie, nothing good would come out of it. Then again, would something good come out of telling the truth? Jamie wasn't sure but the look Jack had on his face told the boy that he only had a few seconds left to tell the Winter Spirit what he wanted to know. "Rina isn't here…anymore…"

White brows shot up, hiding behind the spiky white bangs that Jack kept slightly side swept. His heart slowed, he released a sigh of relief. She had just moved? No wonder there were large, brown boxes in her room. Rina moving was not a problem; it was nothing a little flying couldn't handle.

"Where does she live now?" Jack asked, smile returning to his face. "Want to pay her a quick visit and show her that I'm still in one piece!"

Jamie's eyes widened and he felt his heart begin to beat rapidly like it was trying to jump out of his chest. Without realizing it, Jamie brought his hand to his chest as if he knew that his heart would break out if he didn't get it back to its normal pace soon. The boy took in a deep breath and tried to gather up the words to say and the nerve to say them. He knew he needed to be straightforward with Jack seeing as if he continued to be vague, the more Jack wouldn't get what he was trying to say.

"By the pond," Jamie bit his lip and shook his head violently. That wasn't being straightforward at all! "No! I mean she doesn't live by the pond. Well, no, she does but it's not exactly living. No – Jack – She's… Rina's…" The boy could feel himself shaking with fear. He couldn't get the words out properly. He was becoming a rambling mess. "Rina's… Rina's…" He repeated over and over again, tears welling up in his eyes.

Jamie was so sure that he got over it, that he was done crying, but apparently he wasn't. In his attempt to tell Jack the truth, the wound in his heart began to open once more and the image of Rina's coffin being lowered into the ground caused Jamie to squeeze his eyes shut.

Jack felt the corners of his lips pull down to form a frown when he saw Jamie's pained expression. Why did it have to go this way? He was finally assured that she was okay! Everything had gone from heaven to hell, and all it took to shatter the last part of his resolve was the word Jamie would use to end his sentence. Jack placed his hand on Jamie's shoulder, using his other to lift Jamie's chin to have brown meet blue.

"It's okay." The Winter Spirit said, offering him a small, tired, smile. "You can…you can tell me."

Jamie wasn't all too sure if he could tell him. He looked away from Jack and tried to ease his beating heart with slow breaths. It was no longer frantically beating but was now clenching with uncertainty. It was like someone reached into his chest and decided to see how hard he can squeeze his heart until it slipped out of his grasp. Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding, Jamie looked at Jack once more and decided to just let the words slip out.

"It's not okay, Jack," Jamie said, his voice fading when he said the Guardian's name. "It's not okay because Rina's not here. She not here and she'll never be here because she's gone, Jack. Rina's dead."

Tears? Sobs? Unbelievable shouts of denial? The only sound that escaped Jack Frost's was a big, hearty, happy laugh. It would have been believable, would have probably got Jamie questioning his white haired friend's sanity, but the harsh, chilling, air entering the open window was not fooling anyone.

"Okay, Jamie." Jack began, patting the boy's shoulder. "Seriously, what happened?"

"What happened?" Jamie breathed out, not believing what he was seeing and hearing. Was Jack out of his mind? Why was he laughing? Didn't he care at all? Didn't he love Rina with all his heart? Didn't he…. He didn't believe him. Jamie's breathing quickened and he feared that he'd start to hyperventilate if he didn't say something soon. "I'm telling you Rina's dead and you're taking it as a joke? Why would I joke about something like this?"

"Jamie, come on, it isn't funny anymore." The Winter Spirit answered, calming his laughter. "Where's Rina? She won't be happy if I don't visit her!"

Why was his heart breaking? Why were his insides screaming? His powers were going haywire. The breeze was now a strong wind, causing the trees to bang against windows loudly. Every piece of paper Jamie had in his room began to scatter, Jamie's and Jack's hair were a mess now too.

Jamie took a step away from the Winter Spirit and slowly shook his head. He paid no mind to what was happening in and outside of his room. His main focus was getting Jack to see the truth. The fact that he was not joking and that whatever came out of his mouth would be nothing but the truth. Why was it so hard to get the Guardian to see reality? Why wouldn't Jack face the music the same way he, his sister, Mr. and Mrs. Snowe, and everyone who knew Rina had to?

"Rina. Is. Not. Here." Jamie said slowly, forcefully. "She's buried six feet under by the pond, Jack! Rina's gone! I'm not messing with you! She's DEAD!"

It hurt him to say it the way he did but if yelling was the only way to get the Guardian to see the light, so be it. He just hoped that Sophie and his mother wouldn't wake up.

"SHE'S NOT!" Jack answered, voice loud and dangerous. There was no way she was dead, there was no possible way that she was gone. It was a horrible joke…it was all a lie! Pippa and Caleb were probably hiding somewhere, laughing as they tried to get him to fall for this sick prank that they devised. He only hoped that Rina was not in on it. "She can't be gone Jamie!" He shouted once more.

Snow began to enter the room, falling violently down on Burgess. Harsh winds continued to get worse, and trees threatened to fall from where they stood. Jack Frost had lost it.

"Stop it, Jamie! Don't you know what it means to have Rina gone?!" The Winter Spirit asked. "It means I didn't get to say goodbye, didn't get to say that I missed her, didn't get to see her smile one last time, didn't get to say...anything! She. Is. Not. GONE!"

"YES. SHE. IS!" Jamie cried out, frustrated and angry and miserable. "She's gone! You left Burgess and, before any of us knew it, she left too! The only difference is that you came back and she never can! It happened so fast and no one expected her to disappear the way she did but that's just how it is, Jack! None of us got a chance to say goodbye to her either!" The boy chocked, remembering the look on Mr. Snowe's face when he shoveled the dirt onto his daughter's coffin.

"NO! NO! NO!" Jack repeated, falling to his knees, his staff clattering on the floor. He shook his head, elbows on his thighs while his face rested in his palms. "No, no, no..." Jack continued, the Winter Spirit's voice getting softer with each repeat. "She isn't, she's not...no, no, no…."

The winds outside began to slow, the anger in them gone. It was replaced by a soft breeze, a gentle fall of snowflakes. It was beautiful from any window, but there was something lonely about it. Snow was frozen; it was supposed to be compared to the fall of beautiful diamonds. Why did they seem like tears though? Why did they make anyone who witnessed want to cry?

"I'm sorry, Jack," Jamie whispered, falling to his knees as well. "I'm so sorry."

Lady Luck let out a breath as she watched the weather calm down. The violent winds and harsh snowfall took her by surprise but after some time passed (Lady Luck didn't know how long, she was too mesmerized by how the winds howled and how the thinner trees bent from the force) the winds slowed down and the snow fell from the sky gently.

The girl rewrapped her scarf around her neck and pulled the cloth up to her nose to keep it warm. She then hugged herself and leaned against the tree as she continued to watch the snow. It was a beautiful sight but something about it made Lady Luck sad. She bit her lip and felt tears roll down her cheeks. Why did the snow look so much like tears? Why did it made her feel like she lost something important?

Before she could question the moon about the snow and the wind, Lady Luck heard the latter howl the same way it did when the weather became angry at the world. She felt it push her to the side and the girl scrambled to her feet and hid behind the tree. Clutching onto the bark, Lady Luck looked up at the sky and saw something approaching. It wasn't huge or intimidating like the group of Mini Fairies but the wind that followed it made it ten times scarier.

Summoning her sand, Lady Luck jumped onto it and ordered it to bring her up into the large tree so that she could hide in its branches but still be able to see what was coming. She held her breath when the figure came into view. The wind quieted down once more as the figure knelt by Rina's tombstone.

Lady Luck frowned, observing the figure. It was a boy in a blue hoodie with snow-white hair and no shoes. His skin was pale and his pants were tattered. By his side his staff lay in the snow. The girl watched as the boy hunched over the tombstone and she was surprised to see his shoulders shake.

He was crying.

"Jack Frost," Lady Luck whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek.

Author's Note:

Okay, let's all be honest, alright? There's no judgement here. Let's have a show of hands. Who else is crying? I'm freaking sobbing because of this chapter. I'm so sorry you all had to witness that but it had to be done. I couldn't hold it off any longer. I simply couldn't... *goes into a corner and cries*

I don't know what I should say here because this chapter made me so sad that I don't want to make any jokes because it might turn out to be very inappropriate rather than comforting.

Before I'll end this, I just want to thank my best friend, Reignstein, for helping me out with this chapter. If it wasn't for her help, I don't think the chapter would be as good as it is now.

Also, Happy Birthday, Mum! I know this chapter is pretty depressing and all but I do hope you enjoyed it and are going to have a blast on your birthday even though we're heading out to my dentist first thing in the morning... Hey, mother-daughter bonding time, right? (Like we don't have enough of that.)

Okay, time for my final words...

Super mega thanks for all the support, the reviews, the follows and the favorites! I really enjoyed reading all your reviews and reactions and seeing that you guys added my fic to your favorites and such made me REALLY happy! Please, keep it up!

I'm EXTREMELY sorry for the typos, the grammatical errors, the odd sentences, the awkward cuts and possibly the OOCness of the characters.

Stay tuned for the next chapter

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(PS. This chapter might have LOADS MORE typos and the like compared to the previous ones because I couldn't bear to beta it. It was too freaking sad for me to reread. I hope you all understand and I hope the typos and the like didn't ruin the mood...)