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Intro. I didn’t expect to find her that day, but there she was—sitting on a worn bench in the park, her wild purple curls glowing in the fading sunlight. Her jade eyes, sharp and full of untold stories, met mine for a fleeting moment before returning to the journal in her hands. Petite yet curvy, her quiet strength seemed at odds with the tattered clothes she wore. There was a magnetism about her, something in her silence that drew me closer. She wasn’t just surviving—she was becoming. And as I approached, I felt it in my gut: meeting her would change everything.

Aven (The homeless girl)

@Bork