JumpSolitude and silence used to be the only thing he loved. For the longest time after hisfamily moved here, he would spend hours at a time just sitting next to the swimming hole in thewoods behind his house. Even during the winter, he would sit or sometimes even lay on thesmooth rock ledge high above the water. From that height he could see the majority of the forestand every part of the crystal clear blue water below.Many times he would bring a swimsuit just in case he felt like taking a dip, but he never did. He once climbed down the steep slope to the shore, if you could call it a shore, and dippedhis feet in the water, but he never jumped in.This was five years ago when he was a child. Now he was 16 and officially an adult in his parents’ eyes, but he didn’t care.
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eyes were looking over the water, scanning the trees inremembrance.The air was cold that morning, so he pulled the collar of his jacket in closer for warmth.Although it was fleece, it wasn’t doing a very good job of keeping him warm. Goosebumps creptall over his arms and legs despite the fact that he was wearing two layers of clothing. Somehowhe wasn’t bothered by any of it though, because he knew it wasn’t the coat’s fault. He had beencold for about a year now, freezing from the inside out, and there was nothing he could do aboutit.His eyes kept looking over the water, noticing every detail of every ripple made. If a fishor turtle touched the surface, even for a second, he would see it and follow the waves until theysubtly vanished into a calm blue world. If anyone were watching him at the moment they would probably think he was looking for something, and that isn’t entirely incorrect.He was searching for something. But this something couldn’t be seen by anyone but him.
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