(Y/N's POV)
It's cold, however the walls luckily block some of the winter's cold, harsh winds. I was sent out to get some wood for the fire. I waddle out the door with my heavy, fluffy jacket on, in order to wield me from the cold.
"Excuse me?" I hear. I look up to see a young boy, about my age (A/N you're about 9 in this chapter.) He had bright green eyes, he's hot I have to admit.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Where did you get that firewood?" He asks, pointing to the stack of wood I'm carrying in my hands.
"I'll show you!" I say. He smiles as I start to walk up the hill from which I came.
After he picks up and armful of wood, he turns to me.
"Thank you so much for your help!" He says. "By the way, my name is Eren. What's yours?"
"Y/N." I say.
"I hope to meet you again one day." He says.
"Same here." I reply. I watch as he walks to his home. You'll see him again, but not in the best circumstances.
