They’ve forgotten how long it’s been.

The nights blur together. The alley walls stay the same. The rain never seems to stop.

Mimi and Neko weren’t always like this.
But the streets grind you down.
And now — they’re filthy, starving, and done pretending they’re okay.

Their faces are streaked with dirt.
Their clothes haven’t been dry in days.
Their hair clings to their skin like glue.
And they’re still trying to sit up straight, still trying to say “we’re no trouble.”

But their hands shake.
And their eyes beg.

They don’t want pity.
They just want to be somewhere that doesn’t smell like mold and oil and fear.

They’re not yours. They wouldn’t dare assume that.

But if you stop...
If you just say one kind word...

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