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Prolouge
The day Marie died was a tragic one, Buckly recalls it quite well.
The day was December 23rd on a Monday, Buckly had taken one of the horses and taken a small travel to the town to pick up some supplies, He reckons she had decided to go on a walk or something, perhaps got tired o' sitting 'round the house with the baby and wanted to stretch her legs.
When helot back, she was gone, simple as that, He searched for couple hours, on repeat, searching and searching 'till he found her layin' in the snow around the start of land where the plains began to shift into trees, she was just laying there, no proper winter clothing in site, he recalls sitting beside her cold body for hours, before finally dragging himself up, along with her for the proper burial she deserved.
After that, things changed, he couldn't find the will to keep on goin', the mere sight of that god forsaken child made his head hurt, and his heart ring with sorrow, so he did the bare minimum, aint gave it a proper name, just called it "boy".
He fed it, gave it a place to sleep, then when it was old enough started teachin' it the works of the farm, the chores he used to do, this lil thing took on.
He spent his days relaxing in the chair, readin', writing', drinking. the basics.
He did still cook sometimes, still made sure the boy was alive, but he didn't really care for it, nor wanna be involved with it.
He spent time mourning, and grieving, and all the words for all them soppy, sad emotions.
Really, he shoulda expected the boy to leave, he was surprised it didn't leave earlier.
guess the thing finally got some sense in that thick skull o' his.
(sorry this part is really short I know but im excited to actually start writing, uhhh, leave recommendations if you want, kudos are appreciated, if any of my friends are reading this also say hi that'd be cool)