April 13th in Front of The Language Institute

I see a Korean girl who is crying for her dog. I do not know why it died. She did not know her dog would die. At the same time, a student is sitting next to me and smoking cigarette. It smells horrible. He is finishing a cigarette and then lighting another one. Probably, it is pleasurable for him although it is meaningless for me. Why is he smoking? I believe nobody knows why including him. From behind me, I hear a lot of noise from many different car engines. I have been here for 15 minutes and she is still crying. I cannot think about her feelings now. In addition, this session is her first session. Thus, I can guess that she is crying not just for her dog. A dead dog is only the one of reasons why she is crying. The dead dog is only a trigger to reveal her other emotions. Because there is no surface to write easily my hand is sore.