Lume

The girl who waited for warmth at the edge of the world ❤️

Winter had settled hard over the pier the night I was left there—wind slicing through the dark, waves slapping the cold metal beneath me. I didn’t understand why I was suddenly alone. I only knew I was hungry, trembling, and trying to make myself small enough to survive. The colony cats watched from a distance; I didn’t know their rhythms, and they didn’t know mine. I was just a gentle girl dropped into a place that didn’t match my heart.

But someone finally noticed me. Someone saw the way I shivered, the way I still leaned toward kindness even though everything felt frightening. They lifted me from that frozen edge and wrapped me in warmth I hadn’t felt in so long.

Now I’m safe, fed, and learning that hands can mean comfort, not fear. I’m ready for a home where winter stays outside the window and where no one ever leaves me behind again.