The poor cat was bullied by the older children in the orphanage. Despair, loneliness and helplessness were constantly eroded by the cat's young, yet aura-filled eyes. Escape was the only chance.
There was a sound of "touch", followed by several frightened screams, and the cat lay covered in blood in the middle of the road. It was quiet and silent, with its silent eyes proving that the little human had left. Cars are still going back and forth, and people are still doing their own things without changing their pace. No one will pay attention to anything about someone who has nothing to do with them. Reality is always reality, without any possibility or if.
People who had nothing to do were watching, and some kind-hearted people called an ambulance, but they only took away a cold and cruel body.
The gray clouds and mist in the sky made the moonlight, which was not very bright, flicker. The few stars were scattered in the dark blue night sky, and the cool wind quietly passed by, bringing a touch of helplessness and desolation.
The lights in the city are as bright as daylight, but they cannot illuminate the darkness and corruption in human hearts.