Alive.
What did that even mean? "Alive".
It was late spring in Burgess, so Jack really didn't want to stay too long. Heat didn't really hurt him, considering he did have to cross the equator twice a year and that was really really warm, but it did bother him enough to make him want to avoid it. Besides, it was late, and Jamie had school in the morning. So Jack had gone and begun to fly around aimlessly.
But that might not have been the best idea.
Whenever Jack was alone and not causing mischief or snow days, he was thinking. And thinking, for Jack, was usually nothing good.
He was...alive.
That's what Manny had told him.
Jack thought that he was alive for the past 300 years. If not alive, then what was he?
Alive...yes, he supposed he understood how he wasn't before. His body felt warmer. It still held its frosty pale appearance and still emitted frost when he willed it, but he found that he really needed each breath and that he no longer expelled cold air uncontrollably. It was not an unpleasant sensation, being alive. His body felt good, instead of having no feeling at all.
But why did he feel so empty?
His body felt good on the outside, but it felt like there was a huge piece missing inside of him. There was a hole, in his chest, and the emptiness weighed on him. He felt heavy. And he did not feel like he was truly a living being.
Thinking, for Jack, was usually nothing good. It was when he thought about things that he would do something like cut himself.
Jack decided that before, he had simply existed. That yes, he was now, in fact, alive.
But that did not mean he could live.
He was far too broken to live.
