annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
The first time I ever saw you was in a dimly lit alleyway. You were huddled up against the wall, clutching your knees to your chest and rocking back and forth. Your hair was tangled and dirty, and there were dark circles under your eyes that seemed to tell stories of their own.
As the days went by, I started noticing you more frequently around town. You always seemed to be lost in thought, and people would often give you a wide berth as they passed by. But when we first met properly – over a cup of coffee at a dingy café on the outskirts of town – it was like the fog had finally lifted from your eyes.
You told me then that you'd been living on the streets for years, ever since your parents had kicked you out after discovering your 'problem'. As I listened to your story, something inside of me broke. I knew right then and there that I wanted to be a part of your life in any way that I could.
