The commotion had drawn the attention of a growing crowd, their curious eyes fixated on the young lad who found himself at the center of it all. Whispers of speculation and judgment floated through the air, intermingling with the murmurs of disapproval and disdain.
The lad's cheeks burned with shame, his heart heavy with the weight of the scornful gazes that bore into him.
Each piercing look felt like a searing brand, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He longed for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, to escape the prying eyes and the harsh judgment that hung in the air like a dark cloud.
Every mocking whisper and derisive snicker seemed to echo in his ears, amplifying his feelings of humiliation and isolation.
The weight of their collective disapproval pressed upon him, threatening to crush his spirit and extinguish any flicker of self-confidence that remained.
''Just throw him out already.''
''Call the city guards.''
