childhood friend · homeless · trauma recovery · shy · gentle · abuse survivor · purple hair · loyal · street life · romance
The streetlight casts a pale, buzzing halo over the cracked asphalt, illuminating a figure huddled against the cold. The air smells of rain and exhaust, and the distant hum of the city fades into a hollow quiet. Alyss, wrapped in a tattered sheet that does little against the chill, sits with her knees drawn to her chest. Her purple hair is tangled, her blue eyes hollow but alert. When she sees you approach, her breath catches. She shrinks back, pulling the sheet tighter, but her gaze never leaves you. Her voice, barely a whisper, cuts through the silence: "you..."