Cold. It was downright freezing. The warmer was turned on, and he has put on a scarf, wore a jacket, slipped on some socks and a pair of warm, cozy slippers. Yet, he was still cold.

Then, he realized that he was not cold due to the temperature. His skin actually felt somewhat warm. It was his heart. It was cold, near dead. His emotionless self was freezing him, but there was nothing he could do.

Shivering, he picked himself up, getting off the chair that was right next to the warmer. Slowly, he trudged toward the window, opened the frosted glass planes and looked out into the horizon.

Ah, lights. Bright, dazzling lights that dotted the concrete-jungle landscape.

Wind. A cool, night breeze blew, picking up strands of his long, auburn hair; caressing his face, comforting him.

In this world, he was all alone.

He had a sudden epiphany as he continued to stand by the window.

The coldness of this cruel world where even a death wish was a crime chilled him to the bone.

Slowly, steadily, he leaned out of the window. Ah, what freedom to be standing here! Metres and metres above the city, it was like he was flying.

Flying. How does that feel like? It was just sheer curiosity.

Swift wind.

The whirr of air.

Freedom.

Then, a resounding thud.

Red on black ice.

Gradually, his body became colder and colder.

Yet, he felt cold no more.


A/N : hihi everyone its mahh first story here on fanfiction. Yes, its just some useless drabble really, just that i was tempted to post it just moments after writing it. Well, i actually wrote this because i was in a bad mood and viola! Heehee i know its not a master piece and stuff but oh well, R&R PLEASE!

Also, forgive me for any possible grammar/punctuation/spelling etc mistakes as it was just a last minute work and i have nobody to re-check this for me :)

Hehe Jaa, mata ne, minna~~