Man Sits At Bus Stop With Wedding Dress Every Day, Then A Stranger Asks Why

A desperate look

Then, as if some invisible signal had been given, the old man’s eyes locked onto Kevin’s with a desperate intensity. There was a silent plea in that look, something raw and aching that cut deeper than words could. Without warning, the old man stood up from the bus stop bench, clutching the wedding dress tight against his chest, his knuckles white from the strain.