Love Unspoken

"She could resort to begging; why choose to harm us instead?"

Observing the pervasive malice around her, Quinn contemplated an explanation, but she sadly surrendered, letting her hand fall by her side, realizing the insignificance of her clarifications.

All they cared about was their own self-interest, and they nervously dreaded the possibility of being the next victim of the staged accident.

Initially inclined to leave, the man hesitated. What if something had actually occurred to the woman? Wouldn't he then be considered a hit-and-run culprit?

Thus, he opted to drive Quinn away, instructing her to leave quickly.

Quinn, unable to move, was then grabbed by the arm by the man. "Don't play dumb here, get out of here! Are you waiting here to set up the next victim?" he said.

As the man dragged her, Quinn, unable to move her legs, was practically being pulled by the man towards the roadside.

The biting coldness of the accumulated snow saturated her clothes, leaving her in a thoroughly disheveled state.

her, the ground bore long trails

her on the sidewalk, where passersby paused to watch, but no one stepped forward

he scolded fiercely, "Don't pull this bullshit again. If you run into someone hot-tempered, they'll just run you

you crossed paths with today; I'm in a good

he spoke, he even spat in Quinn's direction. In heated

causing him to take two steps back and sit on the

was only then that he realized what had happened someone had kicked him in

with a long overcoat draped over him,

a look of contempt, as if he were disdainfully regarding a

that the demeanor of the person was something that

inherent dignity and disdain of the man before him seemed to emanate from

stepped on the man's leg.

the pressure of his foot on the man's leg, causing the man to cry out in pain. "Ouch, ouch,

was a knight in shining armor, coming to the woman's rescue.