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You sat down on the dark, quiet street of Nikojedo in Serbia. It was slightly raining and it was very cold for early December. You didn't have a home, or family for that matter. You watched as the wind whipped across your face and people in the distance talking.

They were probably drug addicts, which made you feel sorry for them even though you were almost on the same low level as them, but at least you weren't addicted to anything. You could feel some of the cold come through the holes of your coat. You twisted around a bit and warmed your hands by breathing on them.

You felt so helpless and lost in life. You had originally had a good life, an average family, average friends, and were doing very well in school. Sometimes when you looked back and compared it to your present day life, you felt as if it'd be better to just end it. You started to think of this and some tears slowly came out of your eyes. You cried and the trees dried while they were coming down, due to the fact it was below freezing. You knew you should get up and try walking around, it'd make you feel better, but you were just too depressed to even care.

You sat there shivering for a while until a man started walking up to you. You didn't move, hoping he wouldn't notice you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, crouching down to you.

"Not really." You said, looking down at your ripped shoes.

"My name's Nikola. Can I take you home with me?" He asked, taking your hand.

"Um, yeah, I guess." You said, you figured that you'd rather trust a stranger than sleep another night on the streets.

@girlintulip I hope you like it. :)

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