A tan boy with green eyes awakens from his slumber, his alarm clock is ringing with that same jingle his mother sang to him as a child. He reaches over and pats the alarm clock to stop it but he lets it play out for a little while longer.
"Ok that's enough of that" muttered Yuki.
Yuki proceeded to get up slowly from his broken down bed frame, it needed to be replaced but he had not the money for it. He walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, as he brushes he remembers his mother teaching him how to do such a simple thing, a tear rolled down his face and his throat tightened.
"damn it" Yuki uttered weakly.
Yuki lost his parents at a young age in a freak accident, an avalanche, it was supposed to be a snowboarding trip up Mt. Fusako. His father love snowboarding, sometimes his mother would question if his father loved the sport more than her. But that wasn't possible because Yuki's father was the kindest person on earth to his son and wife, he would never get upset at his wife or Yuki, he even named his son after something he loved dearly, Snow... so why did they have to die to what his father loved the most...
"why am i left alone, burdened and abandoned by what my father cherished."
A daily thought that goes through Yuki's mind.
( i might continue this i might not idk i got bored and decided to try my hand at writing )