A Cold Winter Night (ONESHOT)

ONESHOT

It was a cold winter night, the kind that sends shivers down your back and chills you to the core. The snow was falling gently, blanketing the world in a soft white glow. I shivered as I walked through the woods, my feet sinking into the deep of the snown with each step. The trees loomed overhead, their bare branches reaching out like skeleton fingers against the dark sky.

I had been walking for what felt like hours, my breath coming out in frosty puffs in the cold air. I had lost track of time and lost track of where I was going. All I knew was that I needed to get away, to escape the pain and heartache that had consumed me.

I had been so full of hope once, so full of dreams and aspirations. But life had a way of crushing those dreams of tearing them apart until there was nothing left but a hollow shell of what once was. I had lost everything that mattered to me, everything that gave my life meaning.

As I stumbled through the woods, I felt a sense of despair creeping over me. I was lost, both physically and emotionally. I had no one to turn to, no one to help me through the darkness that threatened to swallow me whole. I was alone, completely alone.

I got lost in the fores a while ago, and I thought about giving up about lying down in the snow and letting the cold take me. It would be so easy, so simple to just let go and drift off into an eternal sleep. But something inside me rebelled against the idea, a tiny spark of hope that refused to be extinguished.

I pushed on, my body growing weaker with each passing moment. I could feel the cold seeping into my bones, the numbness spreading through my limbs like a creeping frost. I knew that I didn't have much time left, that I was running out of options.

As I stumbled through the woods, I thought about all the things I had lost. My family, my friends, my dreams. They were all gone now, swept away by the cruel hand of fate. Just why did I have to believe in fate? I only followed what was good for me, but that led me nowhere. I felt a deep sense of grief wash over me, a sorrow so deep that it threatened to devour me completely.

I collapsed to my knees in the snow, tears freezing on my cheeks as I sobbed in despair. I was so tired, so tired of the struggle. I didn't know how much longer I could go on and how much more pain I could endure.

But even as I felt myself slipping away, a small voice inside me whispered that I had to keep fighting I could feel that fate told me that I couldn't give up, no matter how tempting it might be. I had to keep going to keep pushing forward even in the face of overwhelming darkness fate would lead me.

With a final burst of determination, I forced myself to my feet and stumbled on through the woods. The snow fell steadily around me, a soft and silent blanket that seemed to muffle the sounds of the world. I felt as if I were in a dream, a nightmare from which I could not wake. Should I really follow my fate or end it here?

And then, suddenly, I saw a faint glimmer of light in the distance. It was like a beacon, a guiding star that led me forward through the darkness. With renewed hope, I pushed on towards the light, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I drew closer, I saw that the light was coming from a small cabin nestled among the trees. It was a humble structure, with smoke coming from the chimney and light appering from the windows.

I stumbled towards the cabin, my legs trembling with exhaustion. I reached out a hand and knocked weakly on the door, my breath coming in throat clearing gsaps. The door swung open, revealing a warm and welcoming interior.

A kind faced old man stood in the doorway, his eyes filled with concern as he took in my appearance. My lips turned blue, I was covered in snow, but without a word, he led me inside, wrapping me in a warm blanket and guiding me to a chair by the crackling fire. I sat there shivering, as he told me he would prepare a hot meal and a steaming cup of tea.

As I sat there, staring into the fire, the old man sat across from me and asked gently, "What brings you out here on a night like this?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to speak, the words catching in my throat. I told him of the pain and heartache that had driven me into the woods and in my belief in fate and of the loss and despair that had consumed me with how I was treated. I poured out my grief and sorrow, the weight of it all crushing me like a heavy stone.

The old man listened quietly, his face filled with compassion. When I had finished, he reached out and took my hand in his, his touch warm and comforting. "I'm so sorry for all you've been through," he said softly. "But you're not alone now. You're safe here with me."

I felt a rush of gratitude and relief wash over me, the first glimmer of hope I had felt in a long time. The old man's kindness and understanding touched something deep inside me, a flicker of light in the darkness that threatened to consume me. It also showed me that I should not always follow Fate.

As the night wore on, the old man told me his own story. He had known loss and sorrow, too, had faced his own demons and come through the other side. He told me that he also believed everything that happened was planned to happen. Fate was what he wanted to follow and leave his own opinion out of it. But he learned that it is ok to follow his own opinion and what the heart tells you to do and strength, of the power of love and compassion to heal even the deepest wounds.

I listened to his words, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. For the first time in a long time, I felt a glimmer of hope, a tiny  possibility that maybe, just maybe, things could get better if I dont follow what Fate tells me and that I should listen to my heart.

In the days that followed, I stayed with the old man in his cabin, finding comfort in his presence. We talked for hours, sharing our stories and our pain, finding common ground in our shared humanity.

And slowly, ever so slowly, I began to heal. The old man's kindness and wisdom guided me through the darkness, helping me to see that there was still beauty and goodness in the world, even in the midst of sorrow and loss.

As the winter days turned to spring, I felt a sense of renewal stinging within me. The old man had given me a gift, a gift of hope and healing that I would carry with me always. I knew that I would never forget him, never forget the kindness he had shown me in my darkest hour.

As I bid him farewell and set out on my journey once more, I carried with me a newfound sense of purpose and determination. I knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but I also knew that I was not alone. I now knew to believe in what I want to believe and not always follow my Fate. I can decide my own fate. I also  had the memory of the old man and his cabin, a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding me forward into a future filled with possibility and hope.

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Word count : 1393

Hi, this was a short story. I tried my best at writhing it. It's not perfect, but I feel really happy that you read it to the end. I appreciate it. Till next me:D