“Help me, please,” the little girl begs.
The businessmen glance at her, then past her. Not their problem.
“Please, he’ll beat me again!”
They keep walking past.
Another well-dressed man enters the building and then sees her. “Stop being melodramatic, Lucy. You deserved a swat.”
She shakes her head, tears forming.
A blue-haired girl leaves her chair and kneels in front of Lucy. “You okay?”
Lucy risks a glance upwards, then slowly shakes her head.
Years later, Lucy finally asks, “Why did you believe me? No one else did.”
The punk looks up at the stars. “No one believed me either…”