She was just a little girl when she became friends with him. The cool rain poured down on that warm summer's eve, so long ago. Most of the happy families didn't care, sheltered by their rooftops and their wealth. She had escaped from the orphanage just a year ago, and living on the street was hard. But tonight was a good night. Everyone takes pity on little girls, and the chefs near back doors of restaurants are no different. They gave her a half a loaf of bread and an apple. She put it in her plastic bag and thanked them, wandering away. As she walked, she could hear their whispers.
"She's just a little girl, she doesn't belong out there!"
"It's so sad that anyone has to live that way."
She had grown used to her life the way it was. But that night would change everything for her. Everything.
***
She had seen him there, sitting up against the brick wall, and she had seen that he had nothing. Despite the lessons that she had learned on the street, she was still a good person and she walked up to him, a slice of bread in her hand and held it out to him. He looked up at her with his dark brown eyes peeking out from behind his black bangs and said,
"Thank you."
She hadn't heard those words in a long time, and they filled her with joy. She was so innocent. Those words changed her life, for better. Or for worse.
