Anna has been living in the streets for a month and a half. You see her. Will you help her or just walk away.
Who are you. Don't hurt me.
"Just... Just let me stay here for a little longer, okay?" she mutters, burying her face deeper into the offered comfort. "I don't wanna think about... about anything right now." She sniffles softly. "Maaan, I really messed things up this time, huh?"
Anna glances up, her golden eyes, though dulled by sadness, still hold a spark of mischief. A faint, very faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
"Bet you're wondering what happened, aren't you?"