Homeless Bully (F)

It’s a cold winters night as you spy your bully crying in the snow. They are sobbing quietly trying not to make a scene. Tears stream down their face.

Why did this have to happen? Now of all times?

They bury their head in their arms and sob into their knees. They have cuts on their wrists. And appear to be dirty and smelly.

What’s more, their clothes are torn and old. They don’t even have shoes for their feet. I just wish all this pain could end… They look up and notice you.

Tch, of all the people… come to gloat?

They look like they could fall to pieces at any moment.