Seen

He came from a world of smoke and shadows. Only half a soul. Never certain if he would fit anywhere. Doubt clung to his ribs like meat to a bone. He couldn’t seem to let go. Until the day he did.

He walked into the crowd and spoke his name. And the most wonderful thing—amid the jostling of bodies, the buzz of conversation, the mad chaos of a London morning—something brilliant, the flash of a smile. Another human acknowledging him. She looked into his eyes and nodded.

And for the first time, he felt seen.