I just wanted to write something because I haven't in a while and I wanted to practice being more descriptive. This one shot has no purpose but eh I thought I would post it on here because.. I felt like it.

Phil's point of view

I exhaled a shaky breath, the vapour leaving a frosty stain on the glass. You're nothing to me. Their words rang through my mind like a broken record stuck repeating the same line over and over again. My hands were buried deep inside my pockets as I turned away from the coffee shop that held just too many memories.

Someone pushed open the door, making the little bell chime with life. I jumped slightly, my stomach aching at the idea that it was the place where I spent a lot of my time as a kid. The bell once excited me, making my little child self jump around, eager to see who was walking through the door. I turned away, my eyes firmly closing as I couldn't bear the weight of sadness on my shoulders any longer. I began to walk away, my teeth chattering as I realised just how cold it was.

Some birds were tweeting. You know, as they do. Usually I wouldn't even pass them a glance or a second thought but, at that point in time, they were one of the only things on my mind. They were just so chirpy and cheerful; it angered me.

I felt something wet touch my face and reached up my hand to wipe it away. I couldn't tell if I was crying or if it was just the snow. Either way I hated it. "Excuse me, did you not hear?" Someone said and I lifted up my head, furrowing my eyebrows. "There's going to be a snowstorm soon. You need to get home to your family or you could be in trouble. All the roads are closing." I nodded as a sign of understanding.

"I know." I simply said, my words lingering in the air for a moment too long. All I could think was did I really have a family anymore? I pulled my sleeves down a little more so that they covered my freezing hands.

"Be safe."

"Thank you." I turned once again and headed home, my heart pounding inside my chest. It was around three in the afternoon yet there was no sun. The birds were out and they were the only real signs of life. It was dark and the dreary streetlights were the only source of actual light.

Something wet hit my face again and this time I knew it was just snow. Snow. Snow. I could barely see the path in front of me and I just knew I was in the heart of the snowstorm. England didn't usually get hit badly with snow but occasionally it could be terrible.

I was almost home, thankfully. I was walking up my street and I couldn't even see my feet or anything around me. There were no cars on the roads or any person in sight. It was dead.

I somehow found my house without much hassle. I reached up and opened the door, aware of the fact that my parents (if you could call them that..) were home due to their cars parked in the snow-filled drive. "Philip!" A voice yelled, albeit too happy and full of relief. "You're home! We were worried." A pair of warm, protective arms wrapped around me but I pushed them away.

"As if you actually cared." I spat, tugging off my winter coat and hanging it up by the door.

"We talked about it, honey-"

"What, you suddenly care about me? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'm not your son!"

"We know, it's just-"

"Just what? You're homophobic?"

"We're not."

"You said I was nothing to you, mum. I'm nothing but dirt on the ground to both of you and I get it but there's no need to remind me and yell and-" I just burst into uncontrollable tears, barely able to look at my mother.

"I know we did but we didn't mean it. It was a shock, that's all."

"Don't lie."

"Son, we both love you with all of our hearts." My dad said, a solemn look on his face.

"It's okay that you're gay... We still love you."

I looked up, meeting my mum's gaze. A tear slowly made its way down my red cheek as I let out a soft huff. "I'm sorry, mum and dad."

"No. We're the ones who should be sorry. Parents should support their children no matter what."