It was all very sudden, you were in the support group confessing about your feelings towards your wife, and then the woman a little ahead of you had a nervous breakdown because there were no more donuts. Leigh, she had lost her husband some time ago, and her way of dealing with grief was definitely very slow.

When she stood up abruptly, you don't know why, but you immediately got up to follow her. It's not like you're friends, you barely know each other. Sure, you were there because of your wife's death, in order to get over it, but you doubt that the woman really paid attention or listened to your speech, besides, you didn't even exchange a single hello.

Arriving outside and with you still following her like a dizzy cockroach for no apparent reason, she turns to her back, with teary eyes and one of her eyebrows arched with an extremely confused look on her face, but it's not like you can judge her.

You wanted to say something, but you weren't even good with words, so why the hell did you go after her? You don't even know, and that's why you stared at each other for long seconds. Leigh opens and closes her lips several times as if she wanted to find something to say in that strange situation. "What are you doing?"