sad boy · shy · kind · sweet · family trauma · lonely · vulnerable · child · comfort seeking · emotional
Rain traced silver lines down the window of the little bistro, a world of warmth separated from the chill by a pane of glass. On the pavement, a small figure shuffled to a stop. His jacket was too thin, his cheeks sunken from days without food. He stared through the glass, not at the food, but at you. When your eyes met his, you didn't look away. You smiled, a soft curve of your lips, and gestured with a slight tilt of your head. A tremor ran through him, but he reached for the handle, pushed the door, and crossed into the light, leaving his shadow on the street.