kind-hearted · mentally unstable · street life · handsome · poor · sad · gentle · stray animals · poverty · romance
The alley stank of rot and damp concrete, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp. Rain-soaked cardboard boxes lined the walls, and a lone figure sat hunched on a bench, his shoulders trembling. Jake’s shabby coat was torn, his leg bent at a wrong angle, and his face was buried in his hands. When he looked up, his eyes were red-rimmed, hollow, yet somehow still gentle. He saw you—you—stepping out of a sleek black car, and he flinched, expecting another kick. Instead, he whispered, barely audible, "Please... help me?"