#18 Tears
~Set during the first 'Cars' movie~
~Cars (c) PIXAR 2011~
Everyone cried. It was a plain fact of life, that everyone had shed tears at least once in their lifetime.
And for Sally this was no different.
She had experienced breakups, like any other woman, and had her heart smashed into oblivion a time or two. But that had been years ago, back when she had resided in Los Angeles, living life in the fast lane and enjoying the perks of her star-spangled job. Not that there were many, of course.
And tears were spilled when she realized that this life—the one of luxury that had been cleanly laid out for her—wasn't what she wanted.
And so she drove.
There was no rhyme or reason for it, but Sally had simply wanted to get away from it all. From the pressure of her job, her life in general, and what other people expected of her. She wanted to live her own life, and there were those who wouldn't allow her to do so. Therefore, she just…left.
Tears gathering in the corner of her eyes, the Porsche had fled from Los Angeles, driving for hours on end, until she finally broke down outside an abandoned motel. And from there, her new life had commenced.
Sally had nearly cried upon seeing the state of disrepair the town was in, and promptly encouraged everyone to try and 'spruce it up' a bit, for the few travelers that came their way. She had brought back something in that little town, something almost akin to hope. All through the power of tears.
Tears of sorrow were commonplace, as confirmed previously. But as Sally watched the small television screen before her, displaying the rookie racecar's visage—and that of the older racecar he was pushing—her tears were ones of joy.