The streets of were wet from the rain falling from the clouded sky hiding the sun. People were rushing on their way to work and destination not noticing the little things that pass them every moment. Next to a trashcan sat a small boy with dirty brown hair and crystal like red eyes that shimmered from the tears streaming down his face. He wore a large gray sweatshirt and khaki shorts that provided his legs no warmth resulting in him holding his small frame to keep warmth.
He tried to stay quiet by choking back his tears and sobs but failed in the end. He was all alone and to himself. No one would help him. He was going to die here.
“Why are you crying?” Those words seemed to make him whiplash at the sudden question. He looked up from between his knees and saw a boy about his age with (h/c) hair the fell to his shoulders and covered almost all