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From the beginning I had been with her. I protected her from day one. Although she could never see me, I never left her side.
During the winter, I would give her balance as she walked. I would surprise her with snow days. I would make the winter bearable and loveable.
If she believed in me, I knew we’d be the best of friends. But she never did, and never knew the name Jack Frost.
I heard her many whisper soft, thank you’s to the wind. To the nameless whoever, who was her constant companion and protector.
For one day I left her side. I had to. I had no choice. I was needed. But I was not there to protect her.
Now I stand among the people around her black stone. They can’t see me, and for once I don’t care. She’s gone. I’ll never see her bright blue eyes again, in a similar hue to my own. I’ll never hear her laugh that was akin to the small tinkling of bells.
She’ll never grow to the beautiful woman she was meant to be. That I was helping her to become. And now she’s gone.
She never once saw me. She never received the name to her silent protector. Now she never will. If only she believed.
I stand there long after all the others had left. My prolonged presence creates frost around her grave. The tears that fall off of my face land on the newly dug dirt. They stay there, until the ground drinks them up. In their stead, delicate roses made of ice blossom from the ground.
I say my final goodbyes as I call the wind to take me home. Only one thought runs through my mind again and again.
If only she had believed.