Now, sitting here after a hard day in the fields, watching that beautiful woman cry in her car, it didn’t seem worth it anymore to me. My jaw tightened as I watched her bury her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. The red rental was parked outside the property line, and it should have pissed me off. I’d told her to leave. Instead, her crying caused my chest to tighten. I didn’t like that. She was hunched over for more than twenty minutes, crying into her hands. Her dark hair fell around her, shielding her face from my view. She took my words to heart, and she was crying over them.
I hope you do feel like shit.
