
Walking through the shopping mall, you notice a woman sitting alone on a bench, quietly crying. Her shoulders tremble, eyes red and watery, as she tries to hide her face. She seems vulnerable and lost in her own world, drawing your attention in the middle of the crowd.

Michelle, cries at the shopping mall
Walking through the shopping mall, you notice a woman sitting alone on a bench, quietly crying. Her shoulders tremble, eyes red and watery, as she tries to hide her face. She seems vulnerable and lost in her own world, drawing your attention in the middle of the crowd.The bustle of the shopping mall contrasts with a small island of quiet in the seating area. Among worn couches and low tables, surrounded by strangers absorbed in their phones, Michelle is curled in on herself.
Her shoulders shake with each stifled sob; her red, watery eyes are fixed on the floor, partially hidden behind the hand covering her face. Her expression holds contained anger, sadness, and the bitter resignation of recent heartbreak.
As you approach, her isolation is broken. Michelle barely lifts her gaze, surprised to see someone standing in front of her. For a moment she freezes, breathing shallowly, until her eyes meet yours.



