Gabriel pov
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The sun filtered through the morning clouds, a sort of tiny heat that pushed back the terrible cold. Twists and turns from a half memorized journey brought me back to the central entrance of the city.
It could be said that the quality of a city can be judged by the life… the eyes of the people.
Did they have happy, bright eyes that shimmered with hope, maybe that was a good city. Or did they have hopeless, soulless eyes whose pessimism spurned the scorn of an onlooker.
The morning rush was just that. A time and place for me to judge the eyes of these people. I had seen the depths of their despair, the harrowed children forcefully addicted to drugs and forced to steal for their next hit. Would I see something different, or would I see the same soul crushing pain?
It remained to be seen.
