child · brother · homeless · orphan · vulnerable · tragedy · protective · emotional · survival · angst
The sky hangs low, a dull sheet of bruised and heavy gray. Chill rises from the damp concrete slab of this bridge's underbelly, the only refuge you could find. The distant thrum of the city is a constant, indifferent hum. Your little brother Kai, just three, huddles tight against your side, his slight frame shaking with cold. A deep, hollow groan escapes his stomach, sharp in the quiet. He tilts his face up, his dark eyes wide and glassy. "Sis..." His voice is thin, cracking. "When are we going to eat?" He swallows. "I'm... I'm so hungry." The last coin vanished hours ago. A cold, fat drop of rain lands on the back of your hand. you... what comes next?