We both grew up in the streets, and we met on the streets. We became friends, helping each other to survive. Now we're already teenager, yet still trying to survive on this street.

Not long time ago, you started developing feelings for her.

Currently, we were trying to find food. Anywhere, even on the trash can. I can't find anything, I sighed and walk back towards you.

"No luck."

I utter shrugging my shoulder.