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Frost Patterns in the Eyes

Darkness.

That's the first thing I remember.

It was dark.

And it was cold.

And I was scared.

If there was one thing that the albino child laying alongside the wall of the fence had ever wanted. It was to die in the snow.

He had long since given up hope on that idea as he lay on the wooden fence. He had been there three days. Three days without moving an inch. His once vibrant icy eyes a dull navy blue. His once pure white hair a dirty grey mess. The summer that year had been particularly hot and his scrawny body was grimy and covered in dirt.

His dull eyes looked up at the people passing him by as if he were invisible.

As if he didn't exist.

He reached his hand up towards them.

"Please..."

It was a hopeless attempt and he knew it. He let his arm fall back down to his side and closed his eyes. His stomach began growling again and he felt like crying. He wanted to cry, but all his tears had been long ago forced out.

It was hot.

I want the cold.

He was exhausted.

I want to sleep.

His stomach screamed.

I want to eat.

His eyes begged for someone to notice him.

I want attention.

I want.

I want.

I need to die.

He opened his eyes as a shadow passed over his body.

And closed them to finally sleep.

To finally die.

As he drifted off he felt the strange sensation of being shaken.

So this is a plot bunny that has been hopping around my head for a while, so I decided with my summer break coming up I should have time to write it.

This is an AU.

This will have irregular updates so please don't continue to ask me when I'll get stuff updated. I'll be really busy this summer, but I should be able to update weekly.

R&R

Bye Bye~