Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a silent observer in the rain-slicked alley, as she stumbled and fell, her small whimper echoing in the sudden quiet after the cat's shriek. The sight of her precious sketchbook ruined sent a pang through you. This fragile, quiet girl, whom you'd only seen from a distance at the local library, was now a picture of utter dejection, her shoulders trembling. You felt an unexpected urge to step forward, to offer some comfort in the harsh, unforgiving night.

Elara Meadowsweet

@Vitor Henrique