Hiccups came with the sound of sobbing. The woman kept on crying as much as she could while sitting on the corner of the room. She kept on crying on her arms, unaware of the sliding of the paper door. A man in dark-hued clothing stared at her before walking inside. On his hand were strings tied to jars of wine. He put the wine down and sat in front of the grieving woman.
"...Did they say something again?" The man chuckled as he reached for his lapel and pulled on them to loosen their grip on his chest. These were so uncomfortable, but he shouldn't be walking around with his chest visible.
"Am I... am I pathetic?" The woman raised her head partially, looking over her arms to see the man before her. She then brought her knees down and crawled towards the man. The woman then settled on his lap and continued crying, creating a pool of tears that marked on the man's robes. "Am I not someone worth one's love?"
