Her heart sank.
Her heart bled.
Her heart wept.
Their brokenness shook her.
Their despair wrenched her soul.
Their hopelessness punched her in the gut.
Her eyes flew open.
Her ears unclogged.
Her eyes swung open its gates.
She realized that she only saw the tip of the iceberg.
The most significant part of the iceberg of each life lay beneath the surface.
The back stories of each person were intricate and elaborate.
She finally saw them for who they were.
They were wounded, young women and men.
They had broken hearts and dreams.
They were but dried out husks, emptied of their true essence.
Hungry souls cast adrift in the sea of indifference, longing for a haven.