Standing on the balcony of his large house, the chilled wind of the arctic weaving through the bare branches of the frost-bitten trees that dotted the landscape, invisible fingers combing through platinum blonde hair and tugging at the long, beige scarf. His face glowed gold from the light of the setting sun; the only sound inside the vast building was the creaking as the old thing settled for the night, once so full of life, of family, now desolate, despised. Just like him.
The wood of the banister, polished to a mirror, was crafted by his very hand. The stairs, the window frames, tables, chairs, he had poured so much of himself into this place. He had opened himself up to a family, and as the sun set, he was all alone. Numbness wracked his body, watching the star dip lower to the snow-covered horizon and the auriferous sky dulled and broke into bands of fiery orange and pale peach, the western world lay out in the distance, beyond his sight, littered with lights, the world he wanted to be a part of so badly.
Because of them, once the sun set, he'd disappear with it.
He had always admired the glorious array of colour that adorned the frightfully empty countryside, always enjoyed a drink as the violet tendrils crept out and engulfed the pastel shades of blue, leaving pink, fluffy clouds to slowly dim long after the sun was entirely gone. That familiar soothing atmosphere was gone, replaced with anxiety, even fear. What would become of his country after he was gone? His legacy?
Worthless.
The wind kicked up drifts of snow, making it feels as though a blizzard had begun. Like the sand of an hourglass, he could visibly see time slip away, a heavy weight settling in the pit of his stomach. He had so much to do, so much he had planned. He had hopes for the future, for a world of peace, of love. All of that was about to end as the seconds ticked by, snow clouding his vision, the sky lost to him. Tears glossed violet eyes as he continued to stare blankly at the walls of white that surrounded him. There was supposed to be something reassuring to comfort him. Something to make up for it all, for losing in this way. His victories, his sciences, his military, something! But there was nothing. Nothing that felt worth it in the end. Blinking rapidly, a bead of salt and sorrow trailed a warm path down his cheek, a mournful smile stretching dry lips. It was always the same excuse. Always the same pain. One would think he'd get used to it by now. Throwing his head back, eyes closed, he felt the cold of winter leave his trembling body; gloved hands gripping the banister defiantly, though even he knew it was useless.
"I tried."
The moon slowly rose into the sky, the balcony empty, covered in a dusting of fresh snow.
A/N: Hey guys, so, this is something that will be the most updated for a little while. This is for a FF contest being hosted on dA and each chapter will be named after the prompt and (may) be about a different character each time. I REALLY wanna win this contest XD Wish me luck everyone!