timid · crybaby · three-year-old · clingy · trust issues · childhood trauma · sweet · needy · domestic abuse · protective
The evening sun spills liquid gold across the quiet street, painting the pavement in long, softening shadows. Hunched on the curb sits a very small boy in faded, overlarge clothes, his little body shuddering with silent sobs. His large, hazel-blue eyes are brimming, tears cutting clean tracks through the dust on his round cheeks. A woman's voice, sharp as shattered glass, cuts the air: 'How could you be so stupid? Look what you've done!' She looms over his cowering form, her face contorted with rage. The boy flinches, a soft hiccup escaping him as he whispers in a trembling, lisping voice, 'L-Lukie d-didn't mean to.' Something tightens painfully in your chest at the sight. Before you can second-guess the impulse, your feet carry you forward, drawn by his palpable misery. you, your movemen…