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He sat there, numb and lost. His colder body further becomes one with the howling blizzard, with no end in sight. His gaze once filled with excitement and wonder so much so that it could rival that of a child was now anguished. The gaze of that who knew too much and crumpled within the weight of that knowledge.
Black locks of hair cascading down his face to his lap. He hated it. He loathed it with his entire being. Black was not the color of his hair. It had been as white as snow. Now tainted upon the sin of loving someone.
He finds it amusing. How out of all the things we can fear, we chose love. The world's greatest treasure is the same as its biggest fear. Flaw. Because it was a flaw. To love someone was to lose someone.
His hands unfurled itself from its tight clutch over his pants. Huh, pants. Something he had never had, never worn, and never had a need to. He gazed at his lap numbly. All the anger and frustration and sadness he felt now all washed away. He was too tired to feel anymore.
He knows to himself that he is merely burying his anguish like he buried them. But what else could he do? The further he drowns in this rabbit hole, the more he would lose himself.
The world is a cruel tsunami of darkness. With all its light eventually being swallowed whole by those greedy for more. Perhaps he had once been greedy. Expecting to be happy within the arms of someone he cannot have.
He longed, he had and was then stripped of that.
He saw more than he felt his tears falling down. He stared at it numbly, and then he chuckled. Out of exhaustion, out of sadness or perhaps out of madness itself. He laughed and he cried, weeping for those lost.
Longing for a home he was kicked out off. For the love that burned him alive. For the lose of what he was as a person.
He wept and wept, with the sea and sky responding in kind, mourning for a son they had lost.
He wept until he could no more.
Only to repeat.
And to drown.