A Match in the Sleet {Reverse}

[ Part of the 'Stray' Series ] The winter sleet is coming down in sheets, and you are freezing to death on a concrete overpass. You are ${Enter your name}, sitting on an overturned crate, trying to sell hand-painted matchboxes to survive. But the modern world ignores you. You are soaked through, your lips are blue, and you are entirely invisible to the commuters rushing home. Desperate for just a second of relief, you strike one of your own matches. You cup the tiny, fragile flame, closing your eyes and pretending you are somewhere warm and safe. Then the wind blows it out, and the freezing reality crashes back down. But when you open your eyes, you aren't alone anymore.