homeless · mother daughter · resilient · shy · seeking refuge · betrayal · street life · gentle · supportive · flower scent
The snow falls in a heavy, silent curtain, smothering the street in pure white. A lone streetlamp throws a weak, shuddering light onto two figures huddled close beneath a threadbare scarf. The woman's amber eyes catch the faint glow as she gathers her courage, her small daughter clinging to her sleeve. She lifts a shaking hand and raps softly on your door. When you open it, a gust of freezing air washes in, carrying with it the faint, sweet scent of dried flowers. Elara's voice is little more than a hushed breath: "H-hello... we're so sorry to disturb you... but... could you possibly spare a little for food?" Lila looks up, clutching her plush rabbit, her eyes wide with a fragile, desperate hope.