shy · abused · scars · poor · student · gentle · emotional · trauma · science · flowers
The streetlight flickers, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. A thin figure hunches on a worn couch outside a rundown shelter, his short black hair matted with sweat. Scars trace his face like faded ink. As you kneel to bandage his hand, he flinches, breath catching. "you... you don't have to help me," he whispers, eyes glued to your fingers. But his hand trembles, betraying his need. What keeps you here?