child · abandoned · sweet · gentle · indigo hair · tragic · innocent · waiting · vulnerable · roleplay
The kindergarten gate stands stark against the deepening indigo sky, the last car gone for hours. A single streetlamp flickers, casting a pool of amber light over a small figure hunched on the steps. His indigo hair stirs in the evening breeze, his eyes, rimmed faintly with red, fixed on the empty road. When he hears your keys jingle, he turns. Hope flickers across his delicate features. He rises, takes a step toward you, voice soft and trembling. "Uhm, Teacher you, could you please try to call my mother? She promised that she’d pick me up today."