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His bare feet drag along the ice, as if his toes have weights embedded in each layer of skin. He may be skinny, no more fat than the skies above him, but the cold does not seep into his pale skin.
He is the cold. Jack's breaths are laboured, slow, his cracked lips dry. There is nothing but a sea of bitter white. Time is an utter foreign entity here, as he has been here time and time again. Black circles reign supreme under his eyes. Eyes too old for a youthful, innocent face. Blue too dim with experience of heart-break.
He falls to his knees.
His hands droop to the ground. His footprints are longer than his feet.
And he looks up.
"You... you put me here." He begins, eyes holding just an inch of hope.
No answer.
"You've spoken to me once. You told me my name, when you raised me from that lake. You know how to speak." Jack reiterates the fact, just to make sure it's real. Like himself.
The moon remains silent.
He bites his lip, drawing scarlet. "You owe me. I've... I've been spreading Winter to this planet for three centuries. I don't slack on it, not even once! I make sure every snowflake is different! I've watched over your humans in that time. I've entertained them! I've helped people!"
The only sound is the cracking of the ice glaciers. And again, he is caught on a solitary snow-drift. Yet again, he does not answer Jack.
Blue begins to sting. Jack's hands claw at the ground, as if digging. He looks up, not with a smile of hope or respect. Nothing but pure desperation. "For god sake! What do I have to do, hm? What do I have to do to get you to answer me?! Do I have to die? Travel up there and hold you at staff-point?"
No answer.
His tears fall, but freeze into his hoodie. "Please! For crying out loud, are you trying to make me suffer?"
Is he insane...? Jack no longer knows.
"You owe me, you bastard! Tell me! Please, just help me! That's all I want! Nobody ever sees me! I've tried... I've tried everything!"
He claws at his head.
"What do you want from me?! What do you want me to do?! Just tell me already! I can't... I can't do this any more! Or have you given up on me?!"
His heart stung. Yet, it never stopped beating.
...
"P-please..."
His anger was gone. Jack curled up, staff by his feet.
"J-just... let me go..."
There was no sound, other than desperate whimpers.
"I'm tired of being alone."
Silence fell.
The moon was silent.
A/N: Shitty drabble is shitty. Enjoy, I guess.