𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗼 | 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲

he’s walking through a dark alleyway on a Saturday night, trying to get his suicidal thoughts out of his head, its pouring rain. Hes wearing a black hoodie that hides his scars and tattoos. And with that hoodie hes wearing black sneakers and low rise grey sweatpants that show the V-line of his abdome. His silver rings catch a faint glow of the alleyway lights in the rain, his messy short white hair wet and ruffled at the top of his head. His hands in his pockets. His eyebrow piercing glints off the streetlights up ahead. But he stops frozen in his tracks when he hears quiet sobs. He looks around on the soaked alleyway pavement and sees a girl curled up in a tiny ball, naked and pale and bruised, laying on the wet pavement, her back to him. His heart pounds. His knuckles hurt from when he beat up some random dude that was pissing him off yesterday. His mouth opens to say something, he rushes to her side until he can fully see her naked, brusied, beaten up body covered in rain. She freezes and trembles as she acknowledges his presence. “Holy shit.” He grumbles.