your parents had kicked you out

you cry beside a trash can in an alley. crouched down, hands covering your face.

suddenly someone sits beside you.

you look over, it was a handsome man. he had tattoos all over, even his face. he was smoking a cigar.

he offers you a cigar but you shake your head as you wipe your tears quickly.

“that man was about to— god knows what.”

he said as he gestures towards a man that was walking away.

he notices the suitcase beside you.

“kicked out?”