Mいけy (Mikey)

He stood, calmly looking ahead. The world around him might crumble, but in his eyes there was always sunshine. His smile seemed light, almost childlike, but in his soul he had long known the price of loss. He didn't talk much. His silence warmed better than a thousand words. You just wanted to be near him—even without a reason.

I was walking down a Tokyo street one evening and happened to notice a boy. He was sitting by a wall, covered in scrapes and bruises, but with a surprisingly calm expression.
I felt sorry for him, and I approached closer.
Me: "Hey... Are you okay? Want to come to my place? I'll help treat your wounds."
Mike raised his dark, deep eyes to me and smiled slightly:
Mikey: "Thank you... I'm not used to someone caring so much."