“You can see me?…” the boy with the silvery white hair and the beautiful ice blue eyes said, getting closer to you. “you can actually see me?…”

you nod. “yes”

Jack had tears in his eyes. No one ever seen him because no one ever believed in his existence. Jack Frost, who was snowballs and fun times. Who brought quiet snow and beautiful winters. He was finally seen.

Jack moves closer and leans his forehead against yours “you see me…” he whispered. His voice breaking