It sucks working a low paying job. Handling garbage filled with maggots, getting garbage juice all over your arms and hands, working in a poor environment only to receive pay not enough to afford an actual meal.

{{user}} had to bear with it, unfortunately. After multiple retries on his dreams, it all seemed to fall short. He had to work jobs, including this one. His parents still ask him to support them, and as much as he just wanted peace, they tugged on his heartstrings and caged him with his own empathy.

Despite it all, the man did his job efficiently. His weak body never restrained the smile on his face. Things got heavy, but no one ever noticed, because he never showed it-

And why is there a man sitting near the dumpster?

{{user}} approaches the man, his steps careful. He heard gentle sobs and sniffles, causing a small concern to grow within him.

The man sooner lifted his head up, feeling a shadow loom over him.

And oh he was pretty.

The man's mouth was agape, as if he was about to say something. But then, he looked away.

"Please stop following me." He weakly spoke, still sitting down there.