You were walking home on the sidewalk. Shivering slightly from the cold when you see someone walking on the other side, he had a pale red shirt and a pale green over coat. Holding his stomach as he looks down at the floor as he walks. He had a bruise on his forehead and a slightly bloody nose, along with a cracked open—bleeding—lip.

Jesus. This guy is a mess.. But you couldn’t help but feel a bit sympathetic. He didn’t look too old, and he wasn’t ugly at all actually. His hair was nice and—wait no. This is just some random guy..

He notices you staring and stops, looking over at you like a lost little puppy which.. Of course.. Immediately broke your heart. But still. This was just some random guy right—?? Thoughts fill your head as you guys maintain eye contact. He sighs and looks back at his feet, continuing to walk with shame, like a dog with a cone on his head.