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JACKSON POV“You better leave before it gets worse.” Mrs. Chen nudged at me, forcing me to drop the stacks of books I held in my hands.“What are you saying Mrs. Chen?” I looked back at her, hurt and confused, as she practically pushed me toward the door. “I promised to help out around the bookstore while you rest with your family. It’s Christmas eve after all.”“Don’t be silly,” she scolded, nodding toward the windows. Thick, heavy flakes were already pouring from the sky, coating the nearly empty streets.“And so what?” I turned back to her. “It snows every year, what's the big deal?”Before she could answer, static crackled in the background and both our attentions snapped toward the radio on the counter.“The latest weather update…” the announcer said, his voice sharp with urgency. “Conditions are deteriorating fast and it's looking pretty grim out here. A low-pressure system is moving in…and we're expecting a possible blizzard tonight. Heavy snowfall, strong winds, and reduced vi

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JACKSON POVThe sickening crunch of the impact cut through the air. My breath hitched as I tried to register what just happened.Meanwhile, the car didn't stop. It just sped up and the taillights disappeared into the storm like it had never been there.Had I just witnessed a hit-and-run?For a second, I just stood there, frozen. My brain still struggling to process. Did that really—?Yes. Yes, it did.I snapped out of it and ran.My boots slipped on the ice, and I nearly went down, but I caught myself just in time. The person was lying face-down in the snow, utterly still.Oh God. Oh God, Oh God.“Hey!” I yelled, my heart racing in my chest. “Can you hear me?”I dropped to my knees beside him—it was a man but there was no movement and he was unresponsive, a dark pool of blood slowly seeping into the snow around him.That looked bad.That looked really, really bad.I had basic first aid training from that summer I volunteered at the community center, but this was far beyond anything I

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JACKSON POVI was still kneeling beside the couch, frozen in place, my wrist still trapped in his firm grip. Those ice blue eyes still stared at me, cutting through all my thoughts.The silence that just stretched between us as we gazed at each other felt like an eternity but was probably just a few seconds.Then slowly, the man's grip loosened. His hand fell away, and he blinked, confusion replacing whatever intensity had been there before.“Where…?” He spoke in a grudge voice, accented in a way I couldn't place.“My apartment,” I managed, trying to hide the tremble in my voice. “You were hit by a car. You were bleeding, but—”My eyes moved to his temple, where the wound should have been but somehow wasn't anymore. “I brought you here because you were hurt.”His hand went to his head, his fingers moving through the spot I was staring at, his brows furrowing even deeper in confusion.“I don't…” He closed his eyes, concentrating. “I can’t remember.”“Remember what?” I asked, though par

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JACKSON POVThe shower started and I forced myself to move. Clothes. Right. He needed clothes. I went to my bedroom and started digging through my drawers.I stumbled upon some dark gray sweatpants, a black t–shirt and a Gary hoodie to match. I smiled in satisfaction as I looked back at my selection.“These would suit him,” I muttered as I folded them carefully, thinking about how he would look on my clothes.I left the stack outside the bathroom door then retreated to the four corners of the kitchen. “Ah—”I had completely forgotten that the grocery bags were still by the front door. When I peeked out the door, I sighed to see them surrounded by a puddle of molten snow.“The milk’s definitely warm now,” I picked everything up and started putting them away in the kitchen almost on auto-pilot.Putting the cans and bags of food away helped, it made everything feel almost normal again.My phone was on the counter, still showing no signal. Sigh. I continued putting away things when someth

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JACKSON POV“Nothing.” He said, glancing away, disappointment evident in his voice. “There's just nothing.”This was a little too sad, even for me.“Do you think there's anyone we could call? Anyone who might be looking for you?”“I don't know.” The helplessness in this voice was almost painful to hear. “I don't know if I have a family, or friends, or a home. I don't know if anyone's looking for me.”He glanced at his hands, his face darkening. “I don't know anything.”We sat in silence for a long moment. Outside, the storm continued its rage, wind howling uncontrollably, threatening to split the window open if it wasn't locked so tight.My apartment suddenly felt isolated, very far from the rest of the world and we were the only ones left in it. I glanced over at his down-in-the-dumps expression, wishing there was more I could do.But there wasn't, at least in this weather.“You should get some rest,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “Head trauma and amnesia are no joke. Even i

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FROSTI couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried. Finally I sat up, frustrated because my mind kept reaching for memories that weren't there.Running through dark woods, voices shouting, pain tearing through me, then nothing.These half visions tormented me and every time I woke up empty. In the dreams I could remember what happened to me but once I woke up all traces of it was gone, and I would always be back to square one,blank.I stood and paced, restless, and decided to explore the small house I was in. Everywhere I went, everything was stacked neatly and very organized.I was impressed.There was a framed photo on one of his tidy shelves and I picked it up, studying it in the bright bulbs overhead. Jackson was with an older couple, his parents probably, all three of them smiling at whoever held the camera and Jackson looked younger there.I set it down carefully and kept moving until I found myself outside Jackson's bedroom door staring at him.I know I shouldn't but my hand w

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JACKSON POVI tried to act normal when I came downstairs to prepare but it was impossible I couldn't stop thinking about waking up to find Frost in my bed, couldn't stop remembering the way he had touched my face, how soft his fingers were.He was downstairs with me and it was needless to say that I didn't know how to act around him, he was a pretty big man and it was a small house and I haven't been this close to the same gender before.He was a bit odd in the kitchen. I wasn't sure if his amnesia made him forget how to use kitchen appliances even when I had showed him the way around.He stared at the toaster like it might explode and I had to bite back a smile because it was ridiculous, this gorgeous mysterious man being intimidated by a kitchen appliance."Here," I said, reaching past him to show him how the coffee maker worked again and our hands brushed. It was just for a second but I felt my balls tingle, and we both pulled back too quickly."You know," I said, as we finally sat

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FROST POVI woke up gasping, it was such a terrible nightmare, and this time I could recall fragments which was better than former days when I'll just wake up blank. My chest was heaving like I had ran for miles. I struggled to swing my legs over the couch and use the side arm to hoist myself. Then, a sharp flash of pain reverberated through my head and in that flash, I see trees whoozing past me. I'm running so fast, my surroundings are a blur around me. I'm running from somebody, I can hear footsteps pounding on the forest floor behind me. A sharp whoosh flies past my ear and that's when I realize that they are throwing spears after me.I manage to dodge most of them until one sinks into my back, ripping through flesh and muscle. I bite my lips in a bid to hold back a scream from the unbearable pain, until I can taste blood dripping into my mouth.The howling wind around us carry the voice of a man behind me. "Yeah, that's right. You should run. You are no son of mine, you are a sha

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JACKSON POVI shoveled snow like my life depended on it. I needed to do something with my hands before I lost my mind. What the hell went on in there?I almost kissed Frost.No, I wanted to kiss Frost more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. And though it didn't feel wrong, it was just a strange sensation. I've been around beautiful woman my whole life and I've never been compelled to kiss them, as strongly as I felt with Frost."You okay there, Jackson?" Mrs. Sanchez from downstairs called out as she passed by with her grocery bags.I looked down to see I'd been shoveling the same spot over and over, I had overworked myself so much that beads of sweat started to gather on my forehead. "Yeah, I'm fine, just really into shoveling today."She arched her eyebrows at me, then stared at me for a moment which seemed like she was reading my inner thoughts and I shuddered before she left, shaking her head.When I finally went back inside, my fingers were numb and my shoulders

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FR0ST POVThe pain was everywhere, ripping through my body like I was being torn apart from the inside. I was fighting whatever was trying to claw it's way out of me, because the desires of that 'thing' was to tear Jackson apart and eat out his viscerals. I was on the floor, on my four legs, half man and half animal , my bones feeling like they were shifting under my skin.My senses had sharpened to an unbearable degree and I could hear Jackson's heartbeat across the room. I could smell his fear, and concern. I could feel the vibrations of his footsteps through the floor as he moved closer."Frost!" Jackson shouted, "Tell me what to do!""Stay back," I growled, sounding more like a wild animal now while my hands were clawed, frost spreading from them across the hardwood in wild chaotic patterns.My savage nature was arising and I could do nothing to stop it.But Jackson didn't stay back. Of course he didn't, I could sense him approaching, and since all my senses were ten times amplifie

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