The skies were a foggy white, and flakes of frozen rain fell upon the ground gently, creating white sheets. The branches of the dead trees were black against the sky, and the wind howled causing the snow to swirl in the crisp air. The sun was blocked by the thick clouds, with a hint of sunlight against the hardened ice of a nearby pond. All you could see was the snow landing on the fields and your eyelashes, flustering your vision. A slight shiver ran throughout your whole body, making you rub your ice-cold fingers on the sides of your forearms
It was all so mesmerizing, and you simply could not look away from them. Snowflakes were interesting, like how every single one of them were widely unique. Winter was one of your favorite seasons, although you hated the cold. Who didn't? It was lovely how all the colors of the world would be covered in a delicate blanket of white in the matter of minutes.
You looked up from your window, noticing a black crow. It was odd that it was the only one out during this season, and the only one you saw every winter when the snow would fall. Its dark color blended within the branches that swayed above, but it was slightly large and its feathers were glistening. You couldn't help but think it was watching you, with its beady crimson-red eyes.
Suddenly, the crow squawked, which made you jump slightly. The thing you hated the most about crows were their ugly caw. It wasn't calming like blue-jays or robins, they did not have a pleasant chirp you'd awake to every morning. Also you always thought crows as ugly crop eaters, not aware that the scarecrow in the center of the field was to spook them.
But you did not quite think the same way with the certain crow, since it had black feathers with a hint of blue in them, and its eyes were a beautiful vermilion. You always found it on the same branch, almost everyday at the same time of day.
A sudden knock came from the front door, causing the crow to fly away, cawing into the distance. You backed your head out from the window. Closing it quickly as a cold gust of wind attempted to nip at your skin. You sighed, pushing back your hair behind your ears, and walked in the direction of your door. You quickly turned the knob to show the woman on the other side.
Your mother flashed you a warm smile when she saw your welcoming face. Her moist hair and clothing had bits of snow on it, most likely because she walked home through the streets. Her thick coat embraced her body, and her gloved hands holding large bags of food.
"(y/n), can you help me with the groceries? They were a pain to carry all the way here."
Her voice was calm, she rubbed her hands together, and she blew into them, shivering. You nodded, allowing her to walk past you so you could close the door. She gently placed the bags onto the small table, pulling out the different foods and placing them on the counter.
"It is pretty cold out there, at least I have a coat, eh?" She smiled, deciding on pitching in to put the foods into the fridge and cabinets. You stared at her, thinking about how she's been working extra hard to raise money to fix your broken heater. Additionally, the whole house is worn out and old, often found creaking loudly to the smallest gust of wind from the outside.
You thought of a good idea to help out with that kind of problem/ "Mum, what if I got a job, do you think that would help you?" You said, sounding slightly eccentric.
You could see a frown spread on her face. "I couldn't make you do that, I think I can provide enough money to fix up a few things, so you have no need to worry about that kind of thing." Her voice had a hint of worry, but she was always worried about you. She was your mother. "But, I think I should, I am old enough to work too, right?" You said with a smile. Your mothers' worried face brightened. You felt like you persuaded her, plus you really wanted to help her for all she's done. Also your room was a bit too cold for comfort.
You put the last of groceries away, and stuck the brown bags into a closet where you kept random things you could possibly use later. You watched your mother remove her gloves and coat in a single coat hanger that stood by the door. It lightly tilted, since one of the legs on the right side was a tiny bit shorter. The snow that was on her shoulder-length hair moments ago quickly melted and left spots on her clothes.
"So, if you want to get a job that badly, you can go look around town tomorrow for one. Remember, you don't have to if you don't want to," She stated, sliding off her shoes by the others. "What kind of job are you planning to find, anyways?"
You blinked. You didn't exactly think of what you wanted to fo in the first place, you just wanted to receive money. 'I don't really know, I was just thinking of checking out stores to see if they have any openings." You said questionably. You thought about it for a few minutes, remembering this fancy shoe store that might have been needing an employee.
"Alright. Just wait until tomorrow, since it's getting late." You quickly looked out a nearby window. The white sky was turning a slight slate grey, the snow was still falling. You found yourself searching for that crow in the trees. You quickly averted your eyes to your now sighing mother. "It's so odd. I used to be able to carry you in my arms, but now, your here right next to me, grown. Time flies by quick, as do the wrinkles on my face." She scoffed, then placing a hand on your shoulder. "It's crazy how your already smart, and so beautiful." She lightly cupped your cheek with her hand. Strands of your silky hair delicately fell down upon shoulders. She sighed, dropping her hand and walking away.
You exhaled, deciding to go back to your single window to watch the snow fall again. You didn't want to think about a job until tomorrow, since you couldn't do anything right now. You sat down in your thinly cushioned chair, and opened the window scarcely, trying not to make the whole house creak. You placed your arm on the pane, using the other to hold your head up.
Your eyes fluttered at the sight of the snowy crystals falling as it mesmerized you once again. You were searching the dark branches for the lone crow, but you never saw it again that night, it was gone. You frowned in disappointment.
You noticed the once white skies were dimming to a darker grey, and your eyes darted to see the white sunset that was settling in the distance. Its usual yellow, orange and red hues were tainted by a white fog.
You turned to your chair to find your room was dark, and quiet. You assumed your mother went to bed since she had been working herself to the core. You stumbled out of your seat lazily and plopped onto your bed, breathing th fresh smell of the sheets and tightening your grip on the pillow beside you.
Your hair surrounded your face, tickling your chilled skin. You wanted to get up and close your still opened window, but a wave of fatigue went through you. The soft blankets didn't help either, since your eyes started to feel already heavy, ignoring the howling and scattered noises emanating from the trees.
Your heard a faint caw from the outside. You wre tempted to rush to see it, but your vision went black, and you fell asleep.
The scarlet-eyes bird flew to the opened window, perching itself on the pane, staring into the shady room. It kept silent,though its long talons clattered against the wood. You slept soundly as it watched you inhale. The crow must have missed your company and content stares, so it invited itself inside. It bounced on the pne, trying to get your attention, although it had failed. You were in a deep sleep, and was dreaming of a wonderful job you will get the next day.
The crow turned and flapped its wings, leaving the window and escaped into the darkened skies.
