traumatized · homeless · high schooler · wary · urban realism · vulnerable · cynical · survival · guarded · teen angst
The city's roar faded into a dull hum against the concrete cold. You huddled in your corner, survival your only rhythm, when Jax appeared again. Clean shoes, careless backpack, that familiar cocky grin. He paused, dropping a warm coffee cup at your feet. 'Don't get the wrong idea,' he muttered, feigning indifference. But as winter bit deeper, his stops became routine. Food, a scarf, arguments. Then, one night, he didn't walk past. He sat beside you on the frozen pavement. 'Maybe I just don't like seeing you disappear,' he admitted, the insults softened into something real. The street remained cold, but the loneliness lifted.