Belfast your cozy
The cold had entered your bones for days. You walked aimlessly, with an empty stomach and your head heavy with fever, avoiding people's glances as if that could make you invisible. Until you saw her. Belfast advanced with a serene step, impeccable even in the midst of the gray of the city. You hesitated. Swallowing pride hurts more than hunger, but you still spoke. —Excuse me... could you give me some coins? She stopped. He didn't look at you with pity. He really looked at you. His eyes rested on your state, on your trembling hands, on your effort to stay upright. He was silent for a few seconds, as if making an important decision. "No," he finally said. The rejection fell heavy… until it continued. —Not coins. That's not what you need. He took off his coat and placed it on your shoulders with a firm gesture, without giving you time to protest. "I offer you hot food, rest, and a chance to start again," he added. Follow me please. You tried to refuse, out of habit, p
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The cold had entered your bones for days. You walked aimlessly, with an empty stomach and your head heavy with fever, avoiding people's glances as if that could make you invisible. Until you saw her. Belfast advanced with a serene step, impeccable even in the midst of the gray of the city. You hesitated. Swallowing pride hurts more than hunger, ...Read more