![]() ![]() He groaned when his shoulder hit hardly the floor. He tried to get up a little more, but his hand, instead of leaning on the mattress, encountered emptiness and his body tumbled to the side with a loud noise. What was a boy sitting outside his window doing at such a hour ? Besides on the second floor ?! He wasn’t looking inside, but towards the sky. A young boy was standing right in front of it. His eyes looked at the window and his heart skipped a beat. Something else bothered him, the light from the street was not the same a usual. He got up slowly trying to see in the darkness, but his hazy mind quickly realized that the noise didn’t come from inside. But soon, he were too curious and scared to stand still and he thought it certainly must been his parents who came to check on him. At first, he didn’t want to, afraid it could be a burglar who’ll try to rob him. (M/n) didn’t know how long he had been leaning on the frame, but he finally realized how late it was and decided to go to bed.īut (M/n) had always been a light sleeper, so when he heard a noise, his eyes almost instantly opened up. Eventually, after the night fell, the lampposts lower down on the street lit up, spreading a yellowish glow on the now snow-white ground. He stayed a few moments just watching the scene before his eyes. He looked up at the bluish gray sky from where the snowflakes were falling, before looking down on the street which was slowly being covered with snow. He sat on his wheelchair using the strength of his arms and rolled towards the window, taking with him his storybook which he placed on the window ledge in front of him. A wide smile stretched on his lips as he wanted to take a better look outside. He was reading and when he looked up, he was surprised to see small snowflakes falling outside the window. ![]() He imagined meeting him and the old man would take him under his wing before taking him away from his prison towards his land of night and ice. Thus, he imagined Jack Frost as an old man with a straight face and a cold heart. Maybe it was because it was Christmas or because of the snow that he loved so much watching it fall behind his window and touch when his parents occasionally took him outside. But there was something so mysterious about that season. (M/n) had always loved winter, it was his favorite season of all. He was reading a storybook, one which spoke about a legend and he had fallen in love with the personification of winter : Jack Frost. That day, it was winter, (M/n) thought it must be very cold outside seeing through the window how gray the sky was from his bed. Books were his passion, his entire world. He imagined himself being the hero of his readings. Thus, to escape his room and his sas life, to visit other places, travel elsewhere. (M/n) was an sad child who had never really see the world outside the portal that surrounded his garden. His parents were sleeping on the first floor. He stayed all day long in his room on the second floor, going to the living room only to eat even if most of the time, his mother came to bring him his meals. He almost never seen another face than those of his family and teachers who came at home, except when his parents took him to the city but he couldn’t get to know anyone. Forced to stay in his wheelchair, his parents paid for his private lessons, so (M/n) had never made any friends. He was paraplegic since always and never had known the happiness of being able to walk. The midwives did not see that when he was born, due to a lack of oxygen during the childbirth, his legs had not develop properly. She was then told that he would never walk his legs couldn’t carry him, they were too weak. His tragedy started at age two, when his mother started worrying because she never saw him crawl like other babies and still couldn’t stand on his two feet and then took him to see a doctor. He had therefore lived in a girly room for a big part of his childhood before his parents decided to get him a teenage room.īut that wasn’t the worth. First of all because his parents, waiting for a girl, wasn’t expecting their baby to be a male and were very disappointed. Since he was born, it was like he was stuck with the bad luck he couldn’t get ride of. He was only 17 years old, but for someone this young, he did were unlucky. There was a little house in the suburb of the city where a young boy called (M/n) was living. ![]()
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