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Story Of A Orphan - ??? Imagine

***This is different from what I usually write so I hope you guys like it. IT TOOK ME LIKE TWO WEEKS TO WRITE. I also didn't know who to write this for so it's up to guys!

warnings:
- sad
- trigger warning (includes suicide, and a small scene pertaining to self harm.)
- foul language (but when don't I use foul language)
- fucking feels
- it's really sad help ***

A fairly small, one story cabin made of the finest oak logs stood on the side of an almost deserted gravel road heavily laced with over grown greenery, in the privacy of a forest. Trees shot up from the dark soil to incredible heights, causing them to almost create a canopy over the secluded area the held the cabin within it.

The barren spiny branches and thin pine needles rustled at the merciless force of the violent winds, that accompanied the mass amounts of snow that fell from ash gray clouds. The snowflakes stuck to the ground as if it was glazed with paste, adding to the white blanket snow that already laid along the ground, on the peaked oak wood roof that rested on the logs that made up the walls, as well as sticking to the branches that reached towards the sky like a small child desperately attempting to grasp a snowflake no bigger than a pea.

Inside that quaint little cabin sat a woman, an elderly woman shriveled with age, an elderly woman whose age was not similar to the way she looked. Her features gave hints of the woman being in her late seventies, possibly early eighties, but in truth, she was much older. At least ninety five, but her true age was unknown because the woman long stopped counting.

She sat in a wooden rocking chair made of spruce. The room around her was dimly lit, but at a point that clear vision was very possible. A embroidered rug, the color of a rich red wine, which uncannily matched the warm blanket that rested on the old woman's weak legs, the rug laid delicately across the polished flooring and complemented the spread of the small couch and arm chair, that sat in the room, fairly well. A heavily worn out brick fireplace, built into one of the walls of the cabin, had a fire a lit. it crackled and popped quietly, deteriorating at the wood that allowed the fire to stay ablaze and continue being the primary source of heat for the elderly woman. The walls were lined with a few book shelves littered with old and faded books, as well as various pictures of family members and old friends hung on the wall and a few in frames that sat apon the mantle piece of the fire place.

The door suddenly bursted open with a thud, causing the woman's attention to shoot towards it. The open door allowed a chill to enter the cabin, as well as a small amount of snow and a young man.

He had short (H/C) hair, that laid in a mess and was littered with snow, from the storm that brewed beyond the cabin walls. His piercing (E/C) eyes were worn out and dark circled laid beneath them. A forest green scarf rested across his thin neck and stretched to cover the bottom of his (skin tone) face. His dark coat matched his pants, his gloves as well as his boots as the contrasted with his scarf and bright white snow that stuck to various parts across his outfit.

"Oh hello (Son's Name) I didn't expect you to arrive until later. Could you please close the door? The wind is causing the house to become cold as a bitch and it's going to blow out the fire, It took me ages to get that bastard lit." The gentle voice of the woman rang through the quite room before a chuckle arose from the back of the young man's throat due to her foul language. Obediently he closed the door, blocking the cold and allowing the cabin to refill with the warmth of the fire. He kicked off his boots and laid them by the door neatly before he removed his scarf and his coat, hanging them gingerly on the coat rack that stood next to the door. Finally he tugged off his gloves and shoved them in the pocket his jacket. He clenched and unclenched his fists multiple times trying to regain the feeling that was once in them.