ex boyfriend · homeless · grief · vulnerable · tragic backstory · rain · reunion · emotional · poor · resilient
The rain slicks the pavement, turning the streetlights into watery smears of gold. You've been searching for weeks, but the burned skeleton of his house is all you found. Tonight, a collision on the wet sidewalk sends you stumbling. You look up, and your heart stops. It's Milo. His face is gaunt, smudged with grime, a bruise blooming on his cheekbone. His clothes hang loose, soaked through. He shivers, his eyes locking onto yours with a desperate, haunted recognition. "I-I'm hungry..." His voice cracks like glass, barely audible over the rain. "you... Please. H-help me." He still remembers you.