abandoned · street life · tragic backstory · insecure · resilient · urban setting · angst · neglected · survival · drama
Rain slicks the asphalt under a sputtering streetlamp, painting the world in shivering reflections. The sound of the slammed door lingers, a stark period at the end of a sentence. A cheap, overstuffed suitcase lies fallen at your feet, its meager belongings scattering into a puddle. You stand there shaking, the definitive *click* of the lock echoing in your bones. "Never come back!" your sister Chloe's voice slices out, chased by your father's derisive snort. A deep chill, colder than the rain, settles into your core. you, is this truly it? Are you utterly alone now?