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Something felt different. There was no denying that. I felt as though there had been a shift in my life. And, as soon as I felt that, I began to notice little differences in everyday things.

Pitch, who I had been seeing everyday for the past few days, was nowhere to be found. We had not talked or anything; but I saw him. Walking around at night, almost as if he was following me, or I was following him. I had not seen Pitch in a few day. My heart felt a bit heavy about it, but I tried not to get too upset over the fact. Pitch was probably busy.

The kids in Burgess, the town that I call home, seemed sad; depressed even. They no longer ran around and played with smiles on their faces and laughter escaping their lips. The all sat quietly showing sorrow, as did the adults. It reminded me of when I first awoke from the ice; no one wanted to have fun. When I made it snow, I saw the children try and resist going out and starting a snowball fight. It was horrible.

Pippa had been missing for a few days as well. Perhaps her disappearance had something to do with the childrens sorrow? I flew to her house, and my eyes widened at the sight. Her house was gone. Where the small cabin should have been standing, was covered in pure white snow. My face scrunched up in confusion.

Maybe she moved? I thought, trying to make sense of what was around me, But then, wouldn't her house still be here? Perhaps they tore it down due to an infestation of termites or something. That makes sense, right? The children would be sad because they miss Pippa. That's probably it.

Although I had come to a conclusion, I still could not shake the nagging feeling that something was wrong. But, I have had that feeling ever since I rose from the lake, so I chose to ignore it. I went about the village, and gave a ghost of a smile when I saw a group of six year old making snowmen.

As I flew, I thought of the last thing that had changed in the past couple of days: the wind. The breeze seemed happier somehow. Like it wanted to play and have fun. It seemed more alive. Not a dead weight that did my bidding, but a friend who kept the loneliness that I so often felt at bay.

A friend. I smiled at the thought. I looked up at the blue sky, that was quickly changing to orange from the sunset. Soon the moon would be out. That stupid moon. Why couldn't he just tell me what was going on? I pushed the thought out of my head and faced the open space around me; determined to have a good time, whether someone could see me or not. I smirked and raised my face to the sky.

"Hey Wind!" I called out to the not-so-nothingness. The wind twirled around me, pushing and pulling me like an old friend. And thats what I wanted: a friend. Someone to lift me up when I was down. Someone who I could talk to; whether they replied or not. I smirked and put my hand out, as though I was placing it on their shoulder. Laughing I jumped up in the air, holding my staff out to my side. The wind caught me and lifted me higher and higher into the sky. And there, high up with the clouds, I stopped. The wind held me, waiting for me to tell it where to take me. I did a little flip in the breeze and laid on the wind, my back facing the ground below.

"Let's go anywhere." I whispered. And off we went, soaring through the sky like we owned it. And I suppose, the wind did. The moon came out, and it's moonbeams joined us in our little adventure, twisting and turning besides us. I smiled and looked down at the ground. I was not mad at the moon like I suspected I would be. I almost felt grateful. What for? I wasn't sure, but I did not care. At this moment I was happy.

I was not asking questions about my existence, or hoping someone would see me.

I was not yelling at the moon for not telling me anything, or begging it to answer my questions.

I was not asking the wind to do anything; but instead, it was doing everything by itself, as though it knew me.

While flying with the wind and being accompanied by the moonbeams; I was happy. And at this moment, I did not feel so alone.