Mirror Ice
Act Ø
Watching
I watched, silent as death, as the boy with white hair and blue eyes rose from the waters. Watched as he moved on new legs, descovered new powers with the joy that was not unsimilar to that of children disvovering some new game for the first time. I smiled when he laughed, shooting unsteadily into the air and crashing onto a tree branch rather than landing. And then he flew, staggering with unnerving dips at uneven points derived from inexperiance, towards the small town.
He laughed, excited to show what he could do, as he greeted passing people. Then one walk through him, and another...and another until he couldn't take it anymore and left. I yearned, more than anything, to be able to talk to him- to be able to hug him. To just be able to say, "I'm here! I'm here! You're not alone! I'm here!" and to have him actually hear me.
He landed harshly on the frozen water, the place of birth, and peered up at the moon, as if asking it for answers. I waited for him to look down, to find his reflection- to find me there. To see me there- with him, so he could know that he wasn't alone. So he could know that he would never be alone, because I would always be with him.
But he never did, he only looked to the moon.
So I watched, because it was all I could do, waiting eagerly for the day when he finally looked at his reflection so I could say, "Hello Jack Frost, I'm Jackson Overland."