The newly dead child stared intently at the tall brown haired boy at the cemetery. The latter stood among many people all dressed in black, though the dead boy paid them no mind. He was certain he knew the brunette from somewhere...he could remember nothing of what happened before he appeared here, though. Who was that person? His memory was blank, except for this one suspicion that he knew the stranger. He leaned on the mausoleum, fern frost patterns weaving across the stone. Was that normal?
He tugged lightly at the red IV which still stuck out of his arm. Until today, it had tethered him to the white, cold room that he had woken up inside. It was only now that that wooden box was being put in the ground that he could freely move.
The boy he'd been watching turned to look at him. He looked shocked, and turned away again. The silver haired boy's throat tightened, and the wind swept him up in a comforting embrace, for which he was grateful. Pushing the stranger out of his mind, he laughed and spun in the air as snow twirled around him.
Only later did he realize that no one could see him. It wasn't just those people at the graveyard. That older boy had been the only one. And when he went back to find the green eyed human again, he couldn't see the hospital gown clad spirit, either.
He cried like the child he was, when he realized how utterly alone he was.
A/N: I wasn't planning to do more with this, but I like the AU. Sorry if the thing with Jack's memory is weird, obviously, in canon he didn't forget everything, he knew English, and he knew how to greet people, so his mind couldn't have been completely wiped.