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Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.18Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.18 by ~KooriAkuma
It was warm.
That was the first thought that came to your mind when it awoke from it slumber before your body. The sounds around you were familiar, the warmth of a hand caressing your cheek, and the odd sensation that you’ve passed through this before. And it was like a dream when you opened your eyes to see those of your worried mother looking right back at you.
Her hair pulled up, face bright with make-up, and wearing her usual business attire of a black suit with a white collared shirt. Time had gone backwards, and you were looking at the mother you had once seen when you were younger, when you had first gotten sick because of . . . Jack.
“Jack . . . ?”
You had tried to sit up on the bed only to have your mother push you back by your shoulder, but you were incapable of staying still. Twisting out of her grasp, you sat up and looked around you, taking everything in and analyzing it to the fullest you could with your fuzzy mind. Everything, absolutely everything, was
Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.17Last Winter [JackFrostxReader] Pt.17 by ~KooriAkuma
That is how you would describe what you were currently seeing. It couldn’t quite be placed into words, describing how it was seen seemed absolutely impossible. You couldn’t comprehend what it was, where you where, or how in the multi-colored-sky-that-is-seen-blue you had gotten there. It wasn’t like you could compare it to anything you had ever laid eyes on before.
For further reference, you would have to note that it was a dream; everything crossing your vision was a dream. It must be a dream or else you would have woken up in your bedroom and not some strangely larger bedroom with a coat on the headrest and a pair boots next to the bed in your size. If it wasn’t a dream, you would not have placed the coat over your shoulders or the boots on your feet. You would have left them there and gone on without them to escape this strange place.
Everything seemed to be hand carved, either from wood or ice, and uniquely designed with strange little figures. Yo