Zerah
A young woman sat, crouched in on herself in the emergency stairwell. Her hands were wrapped around her frame, shoulders trembling slightly. She didn't move, had probably not even noticed me accidentally bumping into her.
My steps faltered. I should have left her alone, the parking lot was now a few steps away. I wasn't one to interfere in others' businesses either.
Yet my heart lurched. Something about her cried out for comfort.
Before I could stop myself, my body moved.
“Hey,” I blurted out, “Are you alright?”
She stiffened as if finally realising she wasn't alone. When her head snapped up, a pang hit me.
The tears on her face glistened through the darker shadows. I could even spot the faint mascara streaking down her cheeks.
What happened to her?
“I’m sorry. I didn
