As tears ran down his face, he shivered with his feet buried deep in the soft blankets of snow. The sky was beautiful and the blinking lights that contrasted the night sky and surrounded the small town was just as pleasant to look at. 

However, his insides were ugly; uglier than anything that graced the planet - even uglier than the long, jagged scar that ran across his calf. His tears were a sign of his ugliness, a sign of how he ruined himself, and a sign of the sorrow he carried from the sinful act of making his own father disappear. The one he loved the most, the one who took care of him, the one who gave him a gentle kiss atop his forehead whenever his cheeks were drenched in tears as it was at that moment. And he was the one who made that gentle and beautiful man disappear from the world - he, who was made of ugly sightings and ugly puddles of chaos and malfunctions. 

He fell to his knees, heart-wrenching and broken sobs ripping out of his dry throat. His tears never stopped even as he pressed his face onto the cold snow, determined to let himself feel the same pain his father felt. His tears never stopped even as hundreds of people walked by, staring at the shivering boy in the snow with both pointed glares and looks of concerns.

His tears never stopped, even when his heart did.