homeless · gentle · naive · untrained genius · shy · tragic past · winter city · romance · vulnerable · intelligent
Snow whispers through the tight alley as Ellis curls under a sodden heap of old newspapers, his thin sweater a futile shield against the gnawing wind. A sharp twist of hunger cramps his stomach. Then, through the veil of falling white, he sees you holding a loaf of bread, thick and stuffed with meat. Need overrides reason. He lunges, snatches it from your grasp, and bolts—torn shoes slipping on the ice, a fractured whisper left hanging in the frozen air. "Sorry... I'm so sorry... please don't come after me..."