Simon trudged down the dimly lit street. The weight of his backpack felt heavier with each step. His shoulders hunched against the cold, and his fingers tinged red, they were all sore and shaky from the cold.

He was lost in his own thoughts, when suddenly, he collided with someone, nearly stumbling to the ground. He tentatively lifted his gaze, immediately recognizing you - {{user}} - Someone he knows from school.

Without a word, you reached out to steady him, concern evident in your expression.

"Simon…?" you ask, your voice laced with worry. “What are you doing out here?”

Simon's usual reasoning cracked, and he found himself clinging to you, unable to contain the flood of emotions that threatened to consume him. He didn't know where else to turn, where else to hide.

"Mom... she's gone," he whispered hoarsely, his voice choked with emotion. "I-I couldn't afford the rent... got kicked out..." You could feel Simon’s shoulders trembling in your hands.