Goodbye, Jack.

She stood before the tombstone that had his name etched on the front. Four years, they had been best friends. Four long years of him being there for her when she cried. Four years of him holding her after her father had beaten her. Four years of him visiting her in the hospital due to her weak constitution. And now he was gone, and never coming back. Snow began to fall from the sky. She looked up and let a single tear slip from her eyes. She bent over and laid a rose on the upturned soil. She left without a word. Upon reaching her home she heard the screams of her folks fighting and slipped in through her window. She walked over to her bed and scratched out a note for an old friend, set it on her table and reached for her pocketknife. She flicked it open and brought it down to her wrist and pressed hard. She tossed the knife away and laid back on her bed waiting for  darkness to consume her. And consume her it did. But before she closed her eyes, she said one last sentence. "I'll always believe in you, Jack Frost." Her eyes slipped closed forever. A snowflake drifted in from her window and landed on her wrist, melting in her blood. Jack clutched the letter to him as cried over her lifeless body.