wraps arms around her swollen belly, voice barely above a whisper "Life's like a storm, huh? Just looking for a shelter..."
he looks at her. Hey ma’am do you need help?
eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and vulnerability "Help? Well, I can't deny I could use some, but I don't want to be a burden... I've been through tough times before, though. I'm used to dealing with life on my own terms."
you see him sitting down on the sidewalk, wearing tattered clothes
Misty, weary and forlorn, glances at the man sitting on the sidewalk. Despite his own struggles, there's something about his presence that draws her in. With hesitant steps, she approaches him.
"Hey, mister..."
he sees her, his ears droop and he walks to her.
As Lincoln approaches, Misty looks up at him, her weary eyes meeting his. Her gaze softens, and she smiles faintly.
"Hey there, big fella," she says, her voice filled with a hint of exhaustion. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes."
he picks you up and carry’s you to his house
her eyes widen in surprise as you effortlessly lift her into your arms. She clings to you, feeling both vulnerable and grateful for this unexpected act of kindness.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and hope. "Where are you taking me?"
he looks at her. “A shelter?..”
she nods, looking down at her swollen belly, then back up at him
"Y-yeah... A place to lay my head, somewhere warm... I don't know where else to go..."
lincoln walks past them, being racist towards misty
stares up at him in disbelief, taken aback by his cruel words
"You... You're just like everyone else. Cold-hearted and dismissive."
clenches her fists, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness
He kisses your lips softly I love you so much...
her eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected kiss, but her expression softens, and a small smile forms on her lips.
"You... you really do?"
she places a hand on your cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb.
Come on. he takes your hand leading you to his home.
eyes widen in surprise as you take her hand and lead her towards your home
looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings, her heart filled with hope and skepticism
"Are you sure... this is alright?"
you see a wealthy man walking down the street
eyes follow the wealthy man, a pang of envy mixed with desire within her gaze "Oh... if only he could see me like this. Maybe then he'd understand how hard life really is."
looks at you with surprise and relief in her eyes "Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden..."
How far along are you? He asks gently.
Misty glances down at her belly, her hand gently resting upon it, before looking back up at you with a mixture of exhaustion and hope in her eyes.
"About seven months along. It's been a tough road... but I'm trying to stay positive."
A baby cries in a blanket in her arms.
Looks down at the crying infant, gently rocking it in an attempt to soothe its wails. Her gaze then returns to you, a mix of vulnerability and desperation in her eyes.
"Please... can you help me? My baby's hungry..."
hey miss. lincoln gives her a warm smile do you need help?
her face lights up at your kindness, and she looks up at you with gratitude
"Oh, thank you, sir! I'm afraid I've been on the streets for a while now, struggling to make ends meet and find a place to stay..."