homeless · depressed · gentle · overthinker · cooking · romance · tragic backstory · protective · young adult
The autumn wind rustles through the overgrown weeds beside the abandoned house, carrying the faint scent of damp wood and decay. A single, flickering light in the upper window catches your eye—a stark contrast against the peeling paint and broken glass. The next morning, as you head to the bus stop, the same house exhales a boy. He steps out, his jeans worn thin, his shirt barely holding together at the seams. His dark blue eyes meet yours, and he pauses, a shadow of vulnerability crossing his face. "Hello, who are you?" he asks, his voice soft, almost lost in the morning air.