Her pale blue eyes began to overflow with tears as dread sets into her soul. The leaking tears trail down her cheeks leaving a clear trail in her dirty face. 

“Gil,” she calls out with a pleading voice. She continues to call his name, each time a soft sob escaping her lips. 

She stands there as people push past her, and it’s not until a ferocious man almost trips over her that she actually moves. Although she doesn’t want to move from that place, she is forced to move as a hard blow throws her against the side of a tall building. 

“Foolish street rat,” growls the ferocious man that pushed her out of his way. 

She sobs as she blames herself for losing Gil. She was only trying to find food for them, and she knew of a place they could find it. But the only way of getting there was through the harsh, crowded Main Street. She was prepared for the harsh environment of the Main Street. But warning Gil about Main Street had not been enough, and now he is gone.

Her head shook as denial took over her. She will find him and it will be before the day ends. She wipes her tears as she begins to stride toward their hiding place. If there is one place where they can find each other, it was at their hiding place. 

She stalks through the maze of streets behind shops and buildings and as she reaches her destination, her hearts starts to beat faster. She knows that she will find him there, she has to.

She slips through the tiny whole in the side of the abandoned building and quietly walks behind barrels and boxes. When she reaches the rusting stairs, she carefully climbs up them and into the attic. She stands still as she lets her eyes adjust to the dark of the attic. Once her eyes have adjusted, she looks around and searches for the boy with identical pale blue eyes. 

“Gil,” she whispers, fearing that no response will come. 

But she hears a muffle sound from where their bed is located. She strides to the bed as she identifies a body in it. Once there, she is relived to recognize Gil and almost cries out with happiness. 

Instead of crying, she settles for a hug. She pulls him into her arms and holds him tight as if her world depended on him. And it did. There was nothing else to live for. Her parents had abandoned her and her twin brother, and he was all that was left.

After a few seconds of holding him tightly against her, she notices that he is not returning her gesture. She pulls him out at arms length and notices that his face is very pale. She gently touches his forehead and notices the significant absence of warmth. Her brows pull down as she notices the blank look in his pale blue eyes. She tries to ask what is wrong, but the only response she gets from him is a pain-filled grunt. 

Her hands start to shake as she realizes that something seriously bad has happened to him. She begins to search for any injury and she doesn’t have to look for long before she finds it. Blood is seeping through his ragged shirt, and on close inspection she notices a deep slit on his stomach. She pulls away from him and begins to loudly sob, realizing that he will not survive. 

She wishes she could do something, but she is just a ten-year-old street rat. She could go looking for help but no one will help. No one will listen. 

Her tears blur her vision and she has a hard time making out his face. His angelic face. His pale angelic face that contains pale blue eyes that stare blankly into space.