“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his soft blue eyes staring deeply into my green ones.
“I was afraid.” Was all I could muster to say.
“Of what?” he said, his eyes slowly forming tears.
“Of what you’d think of me.” I muttered.
“Why? Because… because you’re homeless?” he said, a stray tear rolling down his face.
Lillian O’Connor was a one of a kind sort of girl. After losing both her parents in a faital car accident while on a wedding anniversary holiday she became homeless. No friends. No close family. No money. She was lucky enough to have a dry pair of dry clothes. That was all until a certain blonde haired, blue eyed boy came along.
