Guardians, Nightmares, and Death. Oh my!
Don't fret about what the title may imply.
There's no need to fear snow here: all's perfectly fine!
Oh, and from Grim to Jack:
"Know
that
you
were
mine."
Guardians, Nightmares, and Death. Oh my!
Don't fret about what the title may imply.
There's no need to fear snow here: all's perfectly fine!
Oh, and from Grim to Jack:
"Know
that
you
were
mine."
What happens when you grow up too fast? What happens when you're powerless to stop the pain of the world from creeping inside? What happens when you finally let someone get close enough to love you...