The man’s already pale face became paler and a desperate look came into his eyes. “You don’t understand…my family they’re-“, he stopped talking his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, “they’re s-“.
“Doesn’t matterâ€? the vendor interrupted his face emotionless, “its yours, convince someone else to take itâ€?.
“BUT DON ’T YOU SEE ? NO ONE WILL TAKE IT !â€? the man shouted, tears streaming down his face. His shoulders shook uncontrollably and his sobs became louder. The vendor turned away. The man’s sobs rocked his body and an inhuman sound came from his throat, a sound of grief that knew no depths. Sighing the vendor pressed several buttons on his cell phone, talking quickly with an irritated tone that initiated he had done this before.
“Floor 2 security I need youâ€?. A muffled voice said something son the other end and he nodded his head, “Yeah another oneâ€?. With a snap he closed the cell phone and looked down at the man who was still crying and rocking back and forth, muttering names.