Jack Frost stood, chest heaving, eyes overflowing with tears. He ran his fingers through his hair, falling to the ground in a heap. He couldn't contain his sobbing. Nobody needed him anymore. He was useless. Nobody believed in him. It had been 50 years since Jack had joined the Guardians. He had been happy the entire time they were together, but now, he was being replaced. Pitch had risen again and a new guardian had been chosen. His name was Cupid and he was in charge of Valentine's Day. Jack tried to become friends with Cupid in the beginning, but he just gave up trying when all of his attempts failed. Cupid just didn't like him, or so it seemed.

Cupid became the center of attention, and Jack Frost was forgotten. Jack and Tooth had been each other's love interest for quite some time, but as soon as Cupid joined the Guardians, Tooth fell in love with him. Jack knew that Tooth was the only girl he had ever loved, but she was gone. If only he had told her sooner. If only…

Jamie had believed in Jack Frost his entire life, but now he was old and he had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Jack still tired to visit him often. Sometimes he remembered him, but most of the time he didn't. Jamie's children had stopped believing in Jack Frost when they hit their 20's. Not a single child in the world believed in Jack Frost. He was just a myth. Jack didn't even think anybody would notice if he just disappeared…

Jack stood, fighting back tears, knowing what he needed to do. Nobody wanted him, he seemed to just bother people, nobody believed in him, he was invisible to the world. "I don't know what to do a-anymore." Jack told the moon, voice cracking. No answer. Jack reached in his hoodie and pulled out the only thing that would take this pain away. A gun. He knew the only way to kill a Guardian was a stab through the heart. A gun would work out just as well. "There's nowhere to go but down…" Jack whispered, holding the barrel to his chest. "I'm sorry that I couldn't be more…I'm sorry that I was never good enough." Tears slowly fell down Jack's face, he couldn't control his shaking, his mind was hazy. He was afraid. Knowing that he couldn't turn back now, Jack pulled the trigger.

His azure eyes widened with shock, pain engulfing his entire being. He let out a cry of anguish, struggling to hold himself up with his hand against a wall, before finally falling to the hard ground on with his back against the wall. A hand instinctively flew to his chest. He felt strangely warm. His vision blurred, cold blood gushed from the bullet wound, forming a puddle below him. He had just barely missed his heart, but the wound was still fatal. Choking on his own blood, Jack gazed up at the moon one last time. The darkness was taking over. Jack knew this was his final moments. "Please, don't let…m-my friends forget m-me. Tell them I-I tried." Jack fought for air, feeling numb now. Closing his eyes, Jack held his staff close to him. One finally inhale and Jack was gone. Minutes after his last breath, a small snowflake floated through the window, finally settling in Jack Frost's lifeless, blood covered hand. Jack Frost had finally found peace.

(( Please don't be mad at me for writing this! I was listening to some pretty depressing music at the time and once I thought about it, I just couldn't get this out of my head. Let me know what you think please, and I might write more! xx))