A sad scene
Day after day, Kevin found himself unable to look away from the man. His bus would arrive, passengers would shuffle past, but Kevin’s eyes stayed fixed on the figure across the road. The man sat there in rain or shine, gripping the dress as if his entire world depended on it. Sometimes, Kevin even forgot his usual morning routine, too distracted by the sight of those trembling hands and that white fabric.
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