I put up with the torment that the sun was imparting on me. The sorrow, the tightening of my chest, the burning sensation as a tear trickled down my sunburned cheek, I felt when I saw your expression as you stared back at me, was infinitely superior to the way it stung my eyes and scorched my face.
I sensed your resentment, the glowing aura-like being that emitted from you.
I could have heard your heart breaking if my hearing had been a hundred times greater. My defeated, weepy eyes were trying so hard not to look at you, not to cry in front of the crowd and make you regret knowing I existed. You shouldn’t have come. You didn't have to see my conceited and shameful stance, with my head held high as if I were about to be honored.
Nothing made me happier than the end of that situation, which had tormented you far more than it had tormented me.