Emotional Locker.
TWO STRANGER
Scene: A park bench on a quiet corner. Two figures sit opposite each other.
One person, their face etched with sadness, sits perfectly still, a single tear tracing a path down their cheek. They resemble a lonely sea after a devastating cyclone.
The other person suddenly bursts into a flurry of sweeping motions, seemingly oblivious to their companion's despair. After a hesitant pause, they stop and ask with a touch of concern, "Are you alright?"
No response. The teary person simply closes their eyes, another tear slipping down. Each passing second seems to carry the weight of a thousand years of sorrow.
Undeterred, the sweeping person approaches, their own pain momentarily forgotten. "Are you okay?" they repeat, their voice laced with concern.
After a long pause, the teary person turns towards them, blinking slowly as if coming out of a daze.
"Some things can't be fixed," they reply softly.
The sweeping person considers this for a moment, then offers a quiet understanding, "You're right."
