Who knows how long later, your [e/c] eyes snap open. The first thing you see is the moon through an open skylight. The second, a roaring fire. The third, is Jack.
He doesn't notice you're awake though. His head is in his hands, silvery-white hair poking out between his fingers. Your fingers and head are throbbing along with the beating of your heart, but you don't care.
"Jack!" You exclaim, successfully getting his attention. He raises his head, practically disbelieving at first, then when he sees you sitting up with your eyes open, a smile slowly makes an entrance onto his face. The teenage boy rushes over, sweeping you into his arms as you sob, "Jack, I thought that I would never see you again! I thought that I would become like him!" You bury your face into his chest as his hand graces your lower back that trembles from your crying.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. You see me now, I'm here now… You're too strong, too good, to ever become like Pitch. It's alright now," he whispers onto the top of your head. He pulls you away just a bit, wiping your tears away with his thumb. You look up at him, your [e/c] eyes meeting his icy pools. Acting on impulse, you slowly lift your hands up, twisting your fingers through his silvery, feather-soft locks. Hesitantly, he leans down, one hand resting on the nape of your neck. Pausing right before you meet, you watch your breaths puff out in little white clouds, and then his cold lips meet yours, his eyes sliding closed before he slowly pulls away again.
"That can't be allowed…" An Australian accent whispers behind you, breaking you out of your frantic, happy thoughts.