It had been two weeks since the blizzard. Two weeks he had gone without seeing her.
She took a new route to work now. Purposefully. Never again did he hear the clickety-clack of her heels.
When she had dropped him off on his street after the blizzard stopped, she didn't look back.
Not even a glance his way.
He knew, at that moment, they were right back where they started. Strangers.
He pulled his coat up to his face for its warmth. But what warmed him the most was the thought that she had given him the coat.
His chest hurt again at the memory of her. She was so kind, so beautiful, so inspiring. And he took that away with his words.
His words were what attracted her in the first place and they were what pushed her away.
"What did I do?" he whispered.
She was a gift, something so precious. She was his everything.
But now, he was nothing to her.
All because he couldn't let go of his past. If he couldn't trust her, the best thing that ever happened to him, how could he even trust himself?
As he looked up at the sky, tears escaping from his eyes, he answered: "I can't trust myself."
That was the undoing of the homeless boy.
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The Homeless Boy
Short Story❝This is a story about a boy who lost his home. And a girl who lost herself. In the end, they might find more than what they were looking for.❞ - REVIEWS: "The homeless boy holds an important message, which I think is 'you don't need money to be h...
