See With Blind Eyes Chapter 2

(e/c) Eye color.
(h/l) Hair length.
(h/c) Hair color.
______ Name/last name/nickname.

'Aah~ Finally here.' You thought to yourself, as you got to your bench under the big tree, completely clear from the snow. You sat on it and shivers went down your spine, but it was a funny feeling.

You had brought a bag that was hanging from your shoulder with a few things in it. It had a few notes and books from your school, your cell phone in case you would get in trouble. And of course, the very reason to why you went to the park in the first place, your book.
But it wasn't of course a normal book, how would you be able to read that? No, it was a book with thousands of sensible dots on it. Instead of letters and numbers, there where dots. It was a braille book.

You didn't know anyone else that could understand braille, and you've always hoped for someone to be able to understand what you read, what you see. At nights, you always ask your mother if she could read you a bedtime story. But she always you the exact same answer whenever you ask. "Sorry hun, but I can't read braille." She always says it blankly, sounding like she doesn't care, not at all. After all, she's not trying to learn it for your sake. "And by the way, you're too young for bedtime stories." She then always close your door, turning off too many lights.

"No one's too young for anything..." You mumbled to yourself.
You picked up your book from your shoulder bag, opened it and started reading, dot to dot, letter to letter.
While reading it, all sorts of amazing pictures popped up in your mind.
A woman in an old fashioned slightly shredded dress, cleaning after her step-mother and step-sisters. Making a wonderful dress with careful but wondrous patterns with the help of mice, accessories and details. It getting shredded to pieces by her horrible step-sisters. Meets a wonderful fairy that makes it complete again, and even more amazing than what it was before. Going to a castle, dancing with a gorgeous prince. Almost get kissed, but get interrupted by the clock. Her dress turning into a shredded piece again as she runs. It all caused you to have tears of joy, sadness, anger, and pity.

When you where almost at the end of the book, at the part where Cinderella gets to try on the glass shoe, you felt something different. Something that you had felt before, but didn't really care about. You're trying to figure out what that feeling was, and it dawned upon you.
It was a presence, someone was there.

"Is someone there?" You asked as you put your book in the bag again and took out your cell phone, just in case.

'I felt this before....it was right after I said those words out loud...Was that a presence as well? But that can't be...It didn't feel...humane.' The wind started to blow at every direction, making your clothes and your (h/l)(h/c) hair to dance with the motions. 'The door...it flew open right after I shouted that...'
You then start to remember things. You remember what the reporter said a few months ago.

"Well, it seems that Jack Frost has been a little busy this year! Right now, he's in other places, making it snow in different countries. From old places, to new places. But don't worry, he'll arrive soon, and you will have the best snow day ever."

You remembered that you looked up the sky and begged for someone to make sound....Then you remembered that Jamie shouted that Jack Frost was finally here.
'But...but that can't be....is it really?'
"Hey, you okay there?" You yelped and jumped a bit at the sudden voice that sounded like it was just a few feet away from you. How where you not able to hear the crunches? And you heard him react almost the same way. You noticed him jumping back in shock.
"W-who are you?"
"Woah...can you hear me?" He says with a little bit of excitement in his tone.
"Well yes, of course! Why wouldn't I?" You heard him jump in excitement, which makes you smile discreetly enough for him not to notice.
"Oh man! A-and...you can see me too, right?"
"Uhm..sorry, but no." You answer with a slight nervous and apologetic tone.
"Aaaw, okay." You heard him moan sadly.
"Sorry..." It became silent for a little while. A while later, you started talking again.

"Anyways...who are you? What's your name?" You ask a bit curiously.
"Me?" He starts to chuckle as he slightly leans on his staff."Well little lady, my name is Jackson Frost. But you can just call me Jack." He says with a wide grin on his face that oddly, you where able to sense.
"Jack Frost?" You start to laugh lightly. "How can I be so sure that you're....Jack Frost?" You then really start to wonder about it. 'Is it really him? But how can I be sure? His presence is so odd and familiar.....I need to be 100% sure first.'

"Hellooo? You there?" He says as he starts to wave his hand in front of you.
"..Proof."
"Huh?" He asked confused.
"I want proof. I need proof in order to believe what you're telling me."
"Oh I can do that, I can actually show you!" He takes his staff that he held with his right hand and gently taps on the bench. You where able to hear the tap, so you turned your eyes to that direction.
Beautiful frosting patterns started to twirl at the seat next to you, it made you slightly shiver from the cold that got under your seat. But you weren't able to see the amazing frost the boy did, just for you.

"Soo?" He says with a smile.
"So what?" You ask him confused as you looked back to him.
"What? Did this mean nothing to you?" His voice became a little louder and irritated by you saying that.
"Uhm..did what?"
"Didn't you just see what I did?" He asked confused.
"Huh?...I thought you already knew."
"Knew what?" He asks as he gets closer to you.
"I'm....well, I'm blind." You stuttered a bit nervously.
He stands up straight, looking at you shockingly with a touch of guilt and pity.

"You....you're blind?" He then notices that your (e/c) eyes are glazed with a white layer as you nod and look up to him.
"I thought you already knew since I said I couldn't see you."
"Yeah but...I thought it was because you didn't believe in me enough." He said mumbling as he sat next you with his staff resting on his left shoulder.
"Uhm..H-how long have you been blind?" He asks cautiously.
"Around 7-10 years, I kind of lost the count."
"Oh....What happened?"
"I got into a car accident."
"Ah...I see....Is it hard living like this?"
"It's actually quite easy once you get the hang of it."
"That's good to hear." He says with a more relieved tone.
You then realized something. You're explaining how you got blind to a complete stranger you met just a few minutes ago.
"HEY WAIT A MINUTE!"
He jumps in shock by the sudden shout.
"You still haven't proven me that you are who you say you are!"
"Oh right, I forgot about that!" It becomes quiet again.
"..What is?" You ask.
"I...I don't know how to prove you. I mean, just seeing me would be proof enough! But, how can I prove a blind person....?"
It slowly becomes quiet again, but then you hear a sudden clap that makes you jump oh so slightly.
"I got it!" He shouts as he gets up from the bench.

"Get up _____."
"Wait, how do you know my name?" You ask him, still sitting on the bench.
"I heard Jamie call your name that's how I know now get up!" He says hurriedly.
"O-okay." You answer back as you got up, holding your cell phone safely in your pocket. You suddenly feel a cold arm wrapped around your waist. "W-wait, what are you doing!?" You questioned surprised and embarrassed.
"We, are gonna have a little fun." He says in a hushed tone. You hurried up and took up your phone, trying to dial 911 while horrifiedly still having your face towards him. He lightly pushes the phone aside.
"No-not that kind of fun." You calm down slightly, but you still held it tightly in your pocket, just in case.
You quickly feel a strong gust blowing, making you incapable of feeling the ground. You have your left hand grabbing the collar of his shirt and your right arm wrapped around his neck with your phone still tightly in your hand. You kept wondering what was going on, after a few seconds you finally got it. It dawns you on what is happening.

You're in the arms of the Winter spirit, flying up high in the skies.
You're flying together with Jack Frost.