Hope

Easter Sunday morning, 1968.

(Jack's POV)

I sighed as another child walked through me. I didn't know what to do. I have tried everything in my power to get them to see me, but they never do. I don't know what to do anymore.

(3rd person POV)

As Jack sat there his emotions were slipping out. Jack sat as he slowly felt desperation seeping in to grab at him. Jack looked up at the full moon as tears slipped down his face. "Manny," he said in between sobs. He whispered the same question he had been asking for almost three hundred years: "Why?"

As Jack whispered those words he felt his emotions take over. Soon it was snowing, then drizzling, then coming down hard and fast. Not even Jack could see the designs on the snowflakes around him. Tears blurred his vision as he remembered.

Jack remembered all those times he had sat and watched children. Kids like him who played with their siblings. Whose dad's helped them, provided for them. Whose mothers patched them up and kissed their foreheads. Whose grandparents who visited them and spoiled them. He didn't know if he had had family who loved him, heck he didn't even know if he had even HAD a family. As the snow swirled around him, spinning faster all the time, Jack realized he had lost the one thing that he had tried to keep.

Hope.

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