The Day We Met (Alastor x OC)

Chapter 22

Juliette

Alastor's broadcast was actually very entertaining, and he was just as funny as he always is.

He even made serious topics such as the murders and the market crashing sound not so bad with small puns.

I can see why he's the top broadcaster in nearly every state.

Once everything was wrapped up, we said goodbye to everyone and headed back out onto the town.

The weather hasn't gotten any better, causing me to stick close to Alastor's side for as much warmth as I could get.

But, as I looked around, I started to notice something odd.

There were a lot of people littering the streets, looking dirty and sleeping on the ground tucked away in alleyways.

A large portion of them were children, some of them holding tin cups and pitifully begging passerby's for spare change.

Suddenly, I couldn't even feel the cold.

My feet came to a slow stop, my heart breaking in my chest as I noticed more and more orphans littered around the streets.

Some of them were bundled up with each other for warmth, making a lump form in my throat.

Alastor stopped as well, turning to me to see what was wrong. He noticed where I was looking and then used his body to block my line of sight.

"Come, dear... there's nothing you or I can do."

His voice was quiet and I wanted to ask how he could be so heartless, but it's not like he was wrong... if we took in one, I'd want to take them all and that's just not plausible.

Yet still it breaks my heart to pieces, all those young ones out on the cold streets...

How long has it been this way? When did it get so bad?

I wasn't out very often anymore, aside from going to the park with Alastor, or running to the store for food.

Then, it hit me. Alastor has probably been purposefully avoiding these parts of town so I wouldn't see it.

I didn't know if that bothered me or not...

The rest of the walk home was in silence as I dug through my brain for ideas.

It's not fair... they're so small, and they don't deserve such cruelty. What kind of family, what kind of mother would toss their own child out?

Despicable.

My teeth grit slightly and I dug my fingers into Alastor's arm.

Despicable and cruel. They should all go to hell.

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Whenever I could, I would take food from the diner around to the hungry children on the streets.

It seemed like there were more and more with each passing day.

I'd never seen anyone so grateful for food before... as much as it broke my heart, I was happy that I had the ability to provide at least a few of them with nourishment during such a trying time.