Sunlight Through the Leaves

The park feels different now. It used to be just a place to walk through, head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone.
Now… well, he’s here. We met by chance, over a dropped loaf of bread – can you believe it? He helped me gather the pieces, and I couldn't help but notice how his hands looked holding them. It felt like something out of a movie.
He said my smile reminded him of sunlight through leaves. A silly thing to say, maybe, but no one’s really *said* anything to me in months that made me feel…seen. That’s what it is, isn't it? We're all just ghosts drifting through the city until someone truly sees us.
He doesn't ask about my past or where I'm going. Just offers quiet companionship and a shared loaf of bread. And in this small pocket of peace, with the sun warming my skin, maybe that’s enough to start again.

Editor: Alleyway Friend