Spiderwebs
Dove's tail swished worriedly as he approached the run-down brick building before him. He gulped, memories flooding his as he walked up the well-worn path up to the door. The windows were broken and the stucco had been crumbling for many years now. Nonetheless, he could picture what it used to look like perfectly. Though the building was now abandoned, he remembered when he was very small and used to live here. Back when his parents were still alive.
Before the accident, everything had been idyllic and perfect. His life was happy. But now he was alone, and the building's foundation was cracked and crumbling. His eyes trailed over the ivy growing up the walls and through the broken windows. He remembered when his father planted it. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing a vine. He snapped it off, wrapping it around his neck like a talisman.
As the seasons changed and the cold began to seep in, Dove had no choice but to abandon his makeshift tent that he called home. If he stayed there much longer he knew he wouldn't survive the winter. His childhood home didn't belong to him, but it was the only place he could think of to go. Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed on the door and it groaned open. It caught on many years of dust covering the wood floors and he had to squeeze through the entrance. He carefully shut it behind him.
Immediately the smell took him back. Though aged and dusty, it was familiar. He swept his way across the floor taking in his surroundings. It was a small house, but would've been cozy if it hadn't been abandoned long ago. Not much furniture remained in the living room, but there were a few scattered textiles and a broken chair that Dove collected and arranged neatly in a pile to use later. He similarly made his way through the rest of the building. As he walked, tears welled up in his eyes and he let the memories play. His mother baking him a cake for his birthday, his father tending the garden with him, when he was told he was going to have a sister...but she never came.
He hadn't realized that he'd stopped dead in front of his bedroom door. His breath shuddered sadly. He wondered if the people who condemned this place had cleared out his room, too. He pinned his ears back, not wanting to believe it.
With extreme care, he made his way to the door and pushed it open as well. It was pitch black in there, he supposed this was the only room who's windows hadn't broken over the years. Sightless in the darkness, he moved forward, but was immediately confronted with a face full of spiderweb. He yelped, tumbling backwards into the hallway again. Frantically he tried to wipe the webs from his face, only the gum up his paws as well. After a few moment, he managed to get himself free. His heartbeat slowed again, and he felt foolish. This time, he used magic to light the room and look inside.
He was surprised to find his things intact. It was a small, modest room. He had a round bed in the corner, with stuffed animals tucked into it. A bookcase full of his childhood books. A small table and chair he wouldn't be able to sit at now with his much larger frame. The whole room was filled with empty cobwebs. Nostalgia and pain filled his heart as he carefully picked his way over to his old bed. He looked down at his stuffed animals for a moment before collapsing into a heap on top of them, wracked with heavy sobs. His grief poured out like water. He missed his mother, his father, his unborn sister, his simple life full of love and comfort. But it was all reduced to cobwebs.