Unspoken Judgments
A few rows ahead, a passenger leaned toward their seatmate, glancing back with a slight frown. “Some people just don’t think about anyone else,” they murmured, shaking their head in quiet disapproval. Emily overheard the comment and felt an unexpected sense of camaraderie with the stranger. Though no one directly intervened, the awareness of others recognizing the inconsiderate behavior offered her a small but comforting validation amidst an otherwise frustrating journey.
Unspoken Judgments
Frustrated Gently Brushes Hair
With a weary sigh, Emily carefully tried to brush the stray hair aside, hoping the girl might finally notice. Each strand seemed to defy her efforts, as if teasing her determination to reclaim her space. It felt like fighting an unseen, stubborn force determined to hold its ground. She exhaled softly, casting a quick glance around to see if anyone else had noticed the futile struggle. But nothing changed. The hair remained—a silent but persistent boundary between comfort and irritation. Emily was left with no choice but to endure it alone, though her patience was quickly unraveling.
Frustrated Gently Brushes Hair
