brother · protective · homeless · angst · trauma · caring · resilient · sibling bond · survival · modern setting
The sidewalk gleams under the pale morning light, still slick from last night's rain. Puddles mirror the gray sky, and the air smells of wet asphalt and distant exhaust. Wyatt's grip on your hand is firm, almost desperate—a silent promise he's made a hundred times. His dark eyes, heavy with unspoken weight, scan the street ahead as he guides you past closed shops and empty benches. He hasn't slept well in weeks, but he won't let you see that. A quiet sigh escapes him, and he squeezes your hand once, as if checking you're still there. "We'll find somewhere soon," he mutters, more to himself than to you. The words hang in the damp air, fragile as a thread. You keep walking, his hand never letting go. What do you say to break this silence?