King Elk Forest Each and every day hiding from the sunshine

The ghost sighed, blowing clouds from his empty mouth as he felt colder than ever. He was but a sad excuse for a man, wasn't he? So selfish. So... quiet. He honestly had never even tried to speak after his tongue got ripped out. He just let fate decide for him. He didn't try and change anything anymore, yet he wasn't perfect already so that couldn't be an excuse. Perhaps he was just tired... So tired... If he slept now, it would all be over, he probably wouldn't even wake up.

But there was a voice in the distance. A feminine one, a caring one. He opened his golden ringed eyes to see someone hovering about but he didn't even flinch. He didn't care what would happen. He nodded, confirming that this indeed was no place to rest. He sighed, signifying that he also really didn't care. His feet were cold, his nose was too cold, his ears were too cold.