Cross, Help Me

The car continued to move until it hit a traffic light and was forced to stop.

Then he turned and looked at her. He found herself covering her face with her hands and crying helplessly, and sighed in exasperation. He leaned over to open the locker, picked up a bag of tissues and tossed it at her, but didn't say anything to comfort her.

There were no traffic jams at noon. Today was a rare day when the sun shone through the window, and the multi-colored shadows continued to move back.

It was not a holiday, and there were very few pedestrians on the street. Seeing this scene, his heart pounded inexplicably with loss and fear.

She didn't know how long she cried before she slowly looked up, picked up the tissue that he had just thrown at her, and took out two pieces to wipe the tears from her face. She turned to look at him, who was completely focused on driving, completely ignoring her in the passenger seat.