The comforting breeze blew through the city.
lights bright and wild.
But on the edge of the town in an almost empty park place, sat a frozen figure perched on a lifeless branch.
His ice white hair in a messy mop on top of his head, a thin blue jumper clinging to his petite body, paired with some dirty brown cut offs. His crystallised blue eyes were glazed over with thought, toes curled slightly over the bark of the tree.
As his gaze dropped towards the forgotten snow, his thin skeleton like hand clenched around a broken shepereds stick before letting one side drop towards the angels below.
I could never have that.
A small frown placed itself upon his face, though seemingly out of place on his usually so cheerful face. The wind seemed to rattle in his hair, like a protective mother comforting him.
Casting out a small smile, he looked towards the sky where the moons light was shinning down on him. eyes tearing up some more.
"I talk to you everyday. Everyday for three hundred years. And you never awnser. No one can see me...why am I here? Please" He shook his head getting no response, as his face scrunched up in a sarcastic laugh.
quickly apologising to his only true friend
'Im sorry wind, thank you...'
Before letting the other half drop out of his hand towards the ground below.
His head tilted to the side in consideration, before he stood up counting as he climbed.
One.
Two.
Three.
Jump. Come on you pathetic thing, jump Taking one more step, he stood at the top of the tree, hands shaking, and breaths ragged coming out in deep pants.
One more step, you can do it. jump
Bringing his hand towards his left wrist, he traced over his cuts burns and scars.
Biting his lip in frustration as he saw people walk past not casting a glance towards the invisible teen.
The wind getting rougher as he stood still.
Their faces blurred as they walked towards their homes. Lights flickering.
Pushing it out of his mind,he looked towards the sky watching the stars shine next to the moon. Full with all it's glory. he turned his back to the small town. facing towards the glowing ball in the sky. Jump little boy. It will all be over. Jump
He closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair pulling it slightly before sighing, imagining it.
- - - - - - - - - -
Falling.
That's all he could think
I would be falling.
I'm sorry wind I'm going to fall
..........
he opened his eyes, arms spread wide as he returned his gaze to the moon again, the light seemed dimmer, the wind grew Wild.
As he took a step back
. ...
..
. And pushed himself of the edge
.....
It was silent as he fell.
Only the wind dared to scream.
He watched the moon as he was dying, laying cold on the floor with a gentle caress of wind on his cheeks.
There, watching was a person, that he could finaly see.
A sorrowful smile on their face, as he watched the boys memory's play themselves across the boys eyes.
He watched him lay there with a peace full smile on the light blue lips
Then the man welcomed the spirit with open arms.
Jack frost said goodbye to the world. Wishing to find somewhere he belonged.
His wish was awnsered as he heard the moon speak
'Welcome my child' Before his eyes finely drifted shut, body fading from sight,
but not before a light left the boy, glowing brighter than any star, shooting towards the sky to join his sister once more.
