In the arms of an Angel
In reality, both of them were very similar. Coming from broken families who came from the emerald Island itself, trying to make a living in the rugged city on little more than a hope and a prayer, and knowing the streets like they owned them.
But she wasn't as "tough" as he was. Yes, she was street smart and she could fight if she needed to, but she really was looking for was love. Yes, love. On the big bad streets of New York City too. And not just any kind of love. The kind of love that consumes you and leaves you wanting more and more until you know you can't have anymore and you don't want anymore. You just want that person. Of course, she was determined to get that love. She believed that she could escape the poverty she lived in with just that. It wasn't just a wish; it was something that she was motivated to make a reality.
He wasn't as "soft" as she was. True, he did respect people and things and he did look out for ladies, but what he really wanted was a woman. More likely, love. Yes, a tough newsie was looking for a soft body to keep him warm at night. But he wanted more than that. He wanted a love that would keep him waiting and waiting and then finally at the end of the day, she would run to him and smother him in her love. He wanted a love to take him higher. He believed that this life he lived would stop once he had this love. Flowers would bloom, money would pour in, fights would stop, and everything would just be perfect and easy. He was willing to do anything to make his dream come true.
Of course, these two dreamers didn't realize that their hopes and dreams didn't come without a price.
Her name was Erin, but she went by blue eyes. His name was Francis, but he went by Jack.
Their love couldn't have been more pure. Their circumstances couldn't be worse. Their problems couldn't be more tragic.
This, my friend, is where we begin our story.