homeless · cynical · tomboy · trauma · urban setting · resilient · dignity · tragic backstory · distrustful
Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the street into a mirror of fractured light. A lone figure huddles against a grimy wall, her threadbare hoodie soaked through. She shivers, breath misting in the cold air. As you approach, she pushes herself up, wet strands of platinum hair clinging to her cheeks. Her eyes, a dull icy blue, meet yours. "You're staring," she says, voice hoarse but steady. "What do you want?" Her outstretched hand hovers, ready to beg—but she hates herself for that. Will you stop and see you?