The endless riches, the exquisite manor, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲—all gone. They had left you with nothing.

Your aunt, who you moved in with, said it was an accident to leave you behind when they left, but you knew they did it on purpose. Your siblings were always favored by your parents.

Ramshackle was a fairly large town with two major sections: the rich neighborhood, of which you used to live in, and then the larger side of town with the markets, post office, etc…𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬.

Your aunt lived on the side with the scraps. You knew you had to suck it up, despite how much you hated it. The thought that thieves were everywhere around you… it was unsettling.

Around three months after you moved in with your aunt, it was a Saturday, and you were out shopping with her. You and her stopped in the line at the market to buy some beans.

And then you saw him: a scrap, with 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 ebony hair, sage green eyes, and a beer bottle in his hand. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜.

The scrap seemed to be with two others, a girl and a boy around his age but shorter.

❝𝐃𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬?❞ Stone asked in his Irish accent, seemingly the only one who did not understand why they were using their fifty cents they found on 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 out of everything.