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The sky was crying like any other night, rain pouring from the clouds as I pulled my dark zip up closer to my body. Shivering as the cold wind hit me hard, I pushed through it and walked faster toward the nearest building. I stepped inside upon reaching it and breathed in the warm aroma that surrounded me. I had not eaten in days, and my ever shrinking frame did nothing to help against the harsh weather we would often experience in Seattle.
There was nothing to do here except to warm up my fingers before facing the storm once again. I did not dare linger too long inside the small bakery for fear of being caught loitering. I took a look at the menu above the counter as if I was deciding if I wanted to get something there or not, and once I felt the tingling sensation re-enter my body, I feigned not finding anything to my liking and left. The air was an insult to my bones, but I pushed on.
There was an alley up ahead that looked empty, so I quickly made my way over to it and set up fort inside. One alley over and I saw a small group of college aged adults shooting up. I turned away and sighed, inching myself further inside the empty box by the piles of trash near the dumpster. It was at least keeping out the bite.
It was not long after that I heard footsteps coming closer to me, and a man possibly in his thirties stopped in front of me leaning down to my level. I looked up at him knowing if it came to a fight, I was better off giving in to what he demanded because my weak body could not handle much more. Instead, he offered out his hand and in it, a small chunk of bread. I swallowed involuntarily craving the taste. "Take it."
I stared only a second longer before quickly grasping it in my fingers and biting into it fully. It was stale, but it did not matter. It was the best thing I had tasted in a long time. I chewed it fast before taking another bite. It was best to eat as much as possible before it was taken away, but he only smiled and patted my head.
When I was finished, he reached out his hand once more, and I gladly took it following this angel into a desperate path of destruction.
A/N: This story will contain an N/C situation next chapter.
