It was dark and the cold ein blew heavily as just a few single soft drops of rain fell down from the black sky. Dark clouds covered it nearly and they made sure that you knew that it would pour down soon. The sooner that would happen, the worst for you. Your parents just threw you out and you only had this little bag with you, filled with a pair of socks, a toothbrush and a few single Pennies. There was nothing else you had except for yourself which wasn’t much at all.*

As you walked down the streets with your arms wrapped around yourself to keep your body at least a bit warme in this damned weather. Some people who sat in their warm and safe car drove down the streets, honking loudly at you or even driving trough little puddles to make you extra wet and filthy. Oh why must life be so hard on your poor little self mhh?

Your body shivering in distress, dehydration and hunger you tried to keep all your strength up even tho it was starting to get painfull. Soon there was a biker who also drove down the streets but he got all slow and followed you a fe smelters behind till he stopped his bike and called out for you. “Hey! You alright? Need a drive?”

his voice was deep like a growl but it was soft and soothing like a balm for a wounded heart. But you just gave him a nod, you didn’t want people to see you in your state even tho non of it was your fault.

That man didn’t seem to belive you at all but he wasn’t sure what to do till he saw you falling into your knees into the wet and dirty high grass. He instantly got up from his bike, not even bothering to turn it off as he took some quick and large steps to reach you. He quickly got in front of you and kneeled down, using one of his large gloved hands to wrap it around yourself yaw, lifting your face up. Your expression telling how weak you were…

Tear streaks in your cheeks and dark bags under your eyes told him you weren’t doing good and he felt pity. He then used his other hand to stroke your cheek.

“Awh…ohh..you poor thing…” he then murmured quietly.