Jack sat in the window sill in the North Pole and drew pictures in the glass with his icy designs. There was a small impression of a boy in pajama's sitting on his bed with a stuffed toy rabbit in his hands. The ice shifted and he was looking up at the snow that seemed to be falling from the ceiling. Again the ice shifted and the impression of the boy saw the teenager impression in the ice. The boy hugged the older one in the small moving pictures.

Jack's tear began falling again and because of the cold air the small streams of water froze on the way to the floor and shattered into a million pieces on the floor.

"Jack?" said a soft voice. It was Tooth. Jack looked up, saying nothing. She put a hand on his knee kept it there despite the freezing temperature of the boy's skin. "I-"

"Don't say anything," interrupted jack. His voice was chocked and seemed drowned in sorrow.

"I won't," she said softly. "But I am here if you want someone to listen." Tooth held out her arms for a hug and he smiled a small smile hat only lifted slightly at the corners.

He accepted the hug and cried. He tried for words but no sound other than gasps came out.

"I'm so selfish," he said finally.

"What are you talking about jack?" asked Tooth softly trying to hide the sharp edge of anger in it. He wasn't selfish, she thought, he was one of the least selfish people she knew.

"It's not just him I am sad about," jack began still not moving from the warmth of the fairy's skin. "He was the last person who believed in me. He's not just gone, I am alone."

"Oh, jack you know you are never-" tooth was cut off by jack sitting up, pulling himself away from the hug. "Jack?" she said slowly.

There was a look on his face that she couldn't interpret. It was a mix of crushed sadness and loneliness but there was hope shining in his tear filled eyes.

"Jack?" tooth said again.

"There is someone who believes," he whispered

And with that he flew out the window

I know there is very little but this was the best I could come up with sorry