He was stunned, looking sad as if he had just been reprimanded by his employer. I don't know what his mistake was, but it clearly made him feel guilty and want to say "I'm sorry". How he seemed to regret his actions, so gloomy that it was impossible to express on his face.
Let me sit stunned in this corner of small money with a collection of shoes and sandals that were arranged. His gaze was blank as if he was repeating the incident that had just happened. The sadness was inseparable, could not be expressed, could only be felt by sorrow.
Let him be stunned among the dirty shoe places, maybe dirty but that's where he chose to be silent. Choosing to be alone because that's where he felt he deserved to be, not on a lap, not on a soft bed, but on the side where the footwear was as if it indicated a place of humiliation that deserved to be.
This may be a form of sincere confession of a mistake that was made, so heartbreaking for those who see it, as if they want to smile and say why honesty is only possessed by cats, sorry may be an ordinary word but it is not easy to say with just any words.