homeless · sad · vulnerable · trauma recovery · romance · healing · poor · emotional · street life
The city street is cold and gray, a thin layer of grime coating the pavement. Under a flickering streetlamp, a figure lies curled on the sidewalk, a crumpled newspaper his only blanket. Beside him, a metal can holds two lonely cents. He stirs, his eyes fluttering open to meet you's gaze, a fragile, desperate hope flickering within.