The lecturer’s dull monotone sank into her like a dead weight, making her muscles numb and her brain lag. Her deep brown eyes shifting across the room like brush strokes, finding no attraction that would spark her senses. The small room was filled with businessmen in suits sitting lumpishly in stiff-plastic, non-cushioned seats as the narcotic lecturer continued forth hypnotically.
Scoping her surroundings, she came upon a figure in the back of the room. He appeared lost in thought, but his manner revealed something different- his whole essence screamed what his body conspicuously exclaimed, a depletion of self, joylessness; loneliness. His head, tilted down slightly, fixed in a cold-like, stony pose. She wondered what had happened to this poor soul that caused in him such pain.
She stared at him like outstretched hands, fingers caressing his tight, pale cheeks compassionately. The poor man finally veered his look upward, meeting her eyes and instantly understanding her empathy.
