Literature
A Guardian's Story: Part 11 (Jack Frost x Cupid)
(Part 11)
"Oh, Cupid, there you are!" Tooth squealed when I arrived back in the Bennett's living room, "I was about to send the fairies after you. Look!"
The ground below us was scattered with loose photographs, and in the middle sat Liz with an album on her lap. A wistful smile curled her lips as she studied the photo in her hand for a few long moments before sliding it back into the plastic of the album page.
"Haha!" Tooth laughed in delight, "All the happy memories – I think it's working!"
"It is working," I affirmed, feeling it now ever so faintly with my special sense, "Jim's already succumb to my shot, and Liz is open now, too. Y