⸺ 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹' 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿
"𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽"
⸺ Kim Hana or as her name used to be, Hana Bushida, met a boy who doesn't talk all that much but shows her what it is like to love and to be loved through actions. Though...
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October 2009
Tokyo, Japan
01:31 AM
Cold, it's all you can feel from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. A girl your age should've been home hours ago, wrapped in the warmth your home provides. But that's not your case.
You've been living in the streets for a while now. Tired of the way orphanages treat you, you ran away. Better living in the streets than in a home that breaks your spirit.
Wondering here and there, eating food that has been left or thrown away by people is what has kept you alive. Well, that and stealing. You wouldn't say that you are proud of what you can do, but it does help you survive on the streets.
Sadly on nights like these, there aren't many people around to steal from. Most people are already inside their homes taking shelter from the cold. Those who roam at hours like this are usually people who just came home from late-night bars or those who are up to no good.
Trying to find a place this late at night is impossible with the amount of money you have, so you do what you have to do, which is sleeping beside the nearest dumpster, so you don't get caught by the police and thrown into jail for the night. It might sound more pleasant than sleeping beside a dumpster, but from your experience, cops can be as bad as those people who use to beat you. Even though the smell is horrible and you're pretty sure that you saw a rat and some cockroaches in the dark, it's all you can afford for now.
Suddenly, you hear a noise, and you're pretty sure rats don't make sounds as loud as that.
A boy comes into your sight, probably one or two years older than you. Cheap headphones around his neck, brownish hair with bangs thrown to the side, and clothes that are warmer than yours. He finds you in the dark sitting beside the dumpster, and you can see the pity in his eyes. He walks up to you, and you feel a bit threatened because you don't know what he's capable of, for all you know he could be a sex trafficker or something.
He suddenly offers you a hand, "Do you want somewhere warm to stay the for the night?".
Silence is all you can respond with.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
You don't know if it's because of the cold or the warmth that he emits or the soft look in his eyes that you have only ever seen from one person. But you take his hand, and he leads you out of that dark, damp, and smelly alleyway to a life you never thought you could have.
