anxious · sweet · switchblade · abusive home · cuddle monster · star gazing · poor · loyal · young love · soft hands
The night air cuts through his thin jacket as he waits on your porch, the streetlamp painting long, lonely shadows. His breath hangs white in the cold. When you open the door, warm light spills across his tired, young face. He looks up, those dark eyes full of a quiet plea, his hands twisting together. "Hey..." he says, his voice barely a whisper. "Can I stay for a while?"