Timeless

*.~Part I~.*

This is not the complete story of their tragic and timeless love; these are just snippets and glimpses from their lives; the most important pieces of their lives' puzzle, which may lead to their eventual reunion.

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It all began with a single message scarped across the frosted glass of a bedroom window.

Hi.

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1801.

Jack laughed as he soared above the clouds; the Wind roaring in his ears and leading him far, far away. He flew higher and higher, prancing and bouncing above the enormous tufts of clouds, enjoying and spreading winter in all its entirety. He had waited months for this time of the year to come around, when he could fly across the skies, country from country; continent from continent; leaving the marks of his departure in the form of snowflakes falling from the sky; spreading joy and pain alike.

When he was sure he'd covered most of the world with a large blanket of snow, he proceeded to soar through the skies, a lean figure spreading fun, yearning to share it with others, but to his despair seen by none. He twisted and turned, gliding in the air with utmost precision and finally, going head first towards the ground only to dive up at the last minute. He laughed out loudly, proud at successfully accomplishing his newest trick.

Finally, when he he'd had enough, he let the Wind guide him and take it where ever it pleased. He tended to do that sometimes, just flying wherever the Wind took him, thinking, pondering, wondering, his train of thought shifting from one thing to another; but each thought ended with the same painful question: why? Why couldn't he be seen? Why was he alive and why couldn't he remember? Manny owed him too many explanations.

But that night when he'd made the decision to go with the Wind, he didn't know that his friend had other plans for him. Jack lay back, staring at the ever changing pattern of stars above as he crossed cities, countries and entire oceans to another land up North, to a kingdom named Arandelle. He did not know yet that what he'd find up there, or rather whom he'd find up there, would alter the course of the entire human history. He didn't know that the person he'd find would be what he needed most: someone he could share his love with.

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Arandelle, 1801.

Jack stared at the looming figure of the castle in front of him. It was too far away, but still stood high and wide in his line of sight. He didn't know why Wind had brought him there, but as soon as he came into the vicinity of the house, he could sense a cold presence. A bone chilling, icy cold sensation, but yet it warmed his heart. He flew closer to the castles, and the cold he'd felt intensified. In utter delight and confusion that maybe, just maybe, he'd found some one like him, he increased his speed and followed the cold trail as it engulfed him deeper and deeper in its grasp, noticing that he was heading straight for the castle.

He'd finally reached the source when the cold had engulfed him completely, and if he were human he'd feel as if he was buried completely in ice. As he stopped outside the snow covered window, with one thought making the snow fall off at one corner, he was flustered to find that it was a little girl, a young girl with white blonde hair, bundled up in blankets, sleeping contentedly.

He was staring in from outside the window, still hovering two stories above the ground. the cold was nipping at him, but he ignored it, it didn't bother him anyway. Trying his utmost to control his curiosity and strange urge, he failed as his hand reached out and rapped his knuckles against the window.