johsjack

His entire body was shaking, as the cold wind rushed mercilesly past him. The clothes he wore didn't offer any protection against the cold, as they had already been soaked wet by the rain, that was dropping agaisnt face. But he didn't care. Infact, didn't even feel it anymore. He had, given in to the cold, long ago. And the rain had turned into just another familiar feeling, he now greeted as a friend. He was sitting there, behind the same tree, crying the same, silent, tears as he always did. He kept his face down, as he heard someone call his name not long from where he was sitting. The hate bloomed up in him as he recognized the voice,