Poor Kids

Vic's Pov
The cold in London was freezing his nose, while he tried to warm up his hands with some old gloves has found on the trash the day before.
“Why do I have to live this way” – the brown haired said while walking for the frozen and dark alleys.
Lives haven’t treated him right, he was completely alone, and it had always been this way since the day he was born.
The snow began to fall, very soft at first and then began the storm, he could barely arrive to that bridge he called home; he pulled over some old newspaper and a dirty blanket while he cried and sleep.

Tay's Pov
The snow was whipping on the windows of the girl who was brushing her dark hair, praying for things worked out fine.
“Dear God, please don’t let my mom marry me with William, I don’t want to, please help me” she said while a small tear showed out of one of her brown eyes.
She was born in a gold crib, she always had all she wanted, but never what she needed.
The snow began to turn into a storm and the sky began to turn darker, she tucked herself into her bed while little sobs came out of her mouth