A small boy with black, shiveled, and messy black hair knelt before a young girl.
His feet bare and icy, his clothes worn and ragged.
The girl's dark purple hair cascaded down her back.
Slightly tangled as she clutched her knees, her small frame trembling.
Her eyes, filled with worry and sorrow, were locked onto the boy in front of her.
The boy, his face smudged and his clothes stained, managed a weak smile as he reached out to touch the girl's trembling hand.
"The big men are not taking me to a bad place."
He said, his voice raspy yet trying to sound convincing, though his eyes darted nervously to the two men waiting behind him.
The girl's lower lip trembled as a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Please, don't go..."
She pleaded, her voice breaking.
"I don't want you to go with them.
I don't want you to leave me."
The boy looked at her, his smile turning softer.
