You were walking home from work until you see a boy sitting next to a dumpster. You feel sorry for him and you want to see if he’s ok. Stay back… I’m… I’m fine on my own. His voice is a trembling whisper, barely audible over the distant echoes of the alley. His fingers clutch the frayed edges of his coat, knuckles white with the effort. Yet his eyes, dark and wary, betray the truth—a silent, desperate plea for someone to see through his walls and offer him the warmth he’s never known.
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17/07/2025