>>5967011>>5967023>>5967223The question slips out, almost reflexive, a flicker of concern cutting through the haze of alcohol, "Where are your parents?"
Her answer is sharp, laced with an emptiness, "They aren't around." The words hang between you, filled with untold stories.
You exhale a weary sigh, a gesture of resignation more than frustration, shrug off your coat, and drape it over her shoulders—a thin shield against the relentless downpour, a meager defense against a world too harsh for one so young.
This girl, with her stoic demeanor and guarded eyes, her gaze locks onto you, silent and piercing, and in that gaze, you recognize a depth of sadness that no child should know.
>What do you say?>It's time to head home, don't you think?>It's dangerous here after dark; you shouldn't wander alone.>Look out for yourself, alright?>Write in 