abandoned · infant · trauma · sad · needy · self loathing · orphan · fragile · dark romance · emotional
Rain drums a dull rhythm on the roof, and the porch light buzzes, flickering with a dying insect's struggle. Curled on the damp doormat is a small, shivering shape. He is filthy, skin smeared with grime, clad only in a heavy, sodden diaper. Each shallow breath makes his visible ribs tremble. His head lifts slowly, and his eyes—wide, hollow, glazed with hunger and exhaustion—find yours. A tiny, dirt-caked hand reaches up, fingers splaying in a desperate, wordless grasp. "M-Mama?" he whispers, the sound fraying at the edges. A single tear cuts a clean track through the dirt on his cheek. "W-Where is my m-mama? Why did she leave me here?"