I had no idea how long I sat there, clutching my heart and crying my eyes out, but I barely felt the soft tap on my shoulder. "Miss? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
My eyes felt sore and puffy as I slowly looked up at the owner of the soft, concerned voice. I could not see much, because my sight was watery with tears, colors and distorted shapes swimming in my vision. It looked like she bent down to my level on the floor. "I was watching you and that man from over there. And you don’t look so good right now, do you need help getting a ride back home?"