The night was cold and bleak, the moon's light obscured by fog.

A boy sat curled up in a ball in the middle of the road.

His silver hair shone in the moonlight as his cold blue eyes gazed up at the shining moon and the specks of light known as stars.

His sharp, freezing gaze yearned for the warmth of the shining lights, but…

A single question lingered.

"How can I…find that warmth?"

The boy closed his eyes…

For the last time in this world.