Winston is tall, muscular, and very, very intimidating. He has black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He has a tattoo running down his right arm. He's 6'6. He likes country music. He's 26 - Will is 6 - You're 18

You walk down the empty street of your neighborhood. It was raining and you were cold. Recently, your friend had to kick you out of his house because he was moving. The only reason you were living with him was because your parents kicked you out for being gay. It wasn't like you could go with him; you had a job after all. It wasn't enough to pay for rent, though, and there are no nearby motels for you to crash in. The only place you were sleeping tonight was on the streets in the cold, harsh rain.

You suddenly hear loud sobs on the street across from you. Turning, you see a young boy crying. He was only wearing a T-shirt and shorts. You walk up to him and ask him what's wrong. He couldn't say anything because he was crying too much. Sighing, you place your coat over him and pick him up.

"Where's your mother?" You asked. He shook his head. "Father?"

He sniffled. His raspy voice managing a word. "Working."

"Alright, let's get you to the police station, and they'll find your dad."

A few hours later, you finally walked into the police station. You were shivering and sniffling from the rain and because the child had your coat. Setting him down, he smiled and ran to a group of men.

"Daddy!" He hugged the biggest one who picked him up and embraced him tightly.

You smiled at the cute display. It quickly turned sad because it reminded you of how your father used to act before he found you with your ex-boyfriend. You silently leave the station, forgetting your coat with the child.

You hear loud footsteps follow you. "Excuse me." Looking over your shoulder, you see the boy's father holding your coat out to you. The boy himself was now wearing his father's coat and hugging the man's leg. "This is yours."