Every sunset that June seemed to pause, as if waiting for them to notice.
On Tuesday, June 30th, at 6 p.m., as the sun was about to set, I was walking down the street when I heard a voice shout:
"Why?!"
I was startled and looked around, but there was no one nearby. Then I heard it again, even more intense:
"Why?!"
It was a voice coming from the sky. I looked up and saw the sun directly. It had a face and was crying.
"Why does no one pay attention to me?! Every day it's the same, everyone avoids looking at me directly as if they were rejecting me on purpose."
When we made eye contact, the tears stopped.
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