It has been three months, thirteen days and 6 hours since I last saw you. The sunshine you left behind was chased away by fog and rain, washing the green from the leaves and transforming them into a crisp brown. Birds no longer join me in song, instead they save their voices for calling to their young, and the berries that once climbed through my window have also disappeared too. Now they are bare branches that creep across the bricks like bony fingers, ready to claw at me every time I try to sit by the window to comb my ever-growing hair. Sometimes my golden locks feel like a curse, other times I'm just happy for something to do.

Recently I've found it hard to have hope, so I've tried to keep myself busy. I still do the laundry, even though there's so little of it, and I've tried to do as much artwork as I can. But waiting for you hasn't been easy and all I want to paint is pictures of you.

Last night I charted the stars for most of the night, though after some time it felt as if they were observing me. Laying down a weary head, I bathed in their white light, letting the moon drape its cloak of darkness over my head and tempt me into peaceful slumber. I dreamt of you again.

My sleep was filled with wisps of memory, quick sketches of the man I once knew. Your hair was longer than I remembered it, but its colour was the same; a shining white that made your cheekbones prominent and your eyes striking. You were calling my name, a smirk playing about those perfect lips. "Rapunzel! What are you doing here?"

I looked about me, not sure where 'here' even was. "I... I don't know."

He grinned and took a step closer. "I've missed you so much, Rapunzel."

"Jack..." I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. "Am I dreaming?"

He put a hand around my neck, and although I did not feel his cool touch, I still leaned into his embrace. "I think Manny..." I heard him breathing against my cheek. "I think he gave this 'dream' to you."

Pressing my forehead to his, I closed my eyes. "But I don't ever want to wake up."

He opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of his voice was sucked up by the darkness. Everything distorted, becoming the empty blackness of the sky from which it had come. I awoke, cheeks damp with the tears that had fallen, like me, for Jack Frost.