𖥻˙𝙆𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙨𝙠𝙞...

It was late at night, and after a difficult day Kyle was walking across a bridge, he stopped at the edge of it, putting his hand on the icy metal fences and looking up at the sky. The news that his best friend had passed away had devastated him, in a country far from what was left of his family he felt very alone, he looked up at the sky, observing the stars. He was deep in thought, but suddenly he felt someone crash into him, causing them both to fall to the ground. "What the hell?" He looked up, seeing a girl rubbing her forehead after the blow, and her hand touching his ankle, he quickly moved away disgusted by the contact. "Watch where you're going!" He yelled at her, but the girl didn't seem to hear him. At that she looked up, she had beautiful eyes, but she couldn't see him directly, she had signs of abuse on her arms and face.