More people passed, some accidentally stepping on her, others inadvertently kicking her

Sabrina's screams went unheard.

As she struggled to rise, a foot came down on her back

A person in high heels nearly stepped on her head.

Sabrina protected her head with her hands and waited for the crowd to disperse.

The air was thin at the bottom, and breathing became a challenge.

Sabrina soon found herself feeling dizzy.

A sharp kick to her head nearly caused the person behind to trip over her, and she was scolded as she lay there on the floor. "What's the matter with you? Why are you lying there?"

The kick inflicted a sharp pain throughout her body.

On the brink of passing out, she was unexpectedly held by a man, lifted, and taken away from the crowd.

Relief washed over Sabrina as she realized she was still alive.

She caught a familiar scent and thought it was a figment of her imagination.

"Someone is injured. Move aside!"

The sound was so recognizable.

Looking up, Sabrina's eyes met the stern face of Tyrone, the sunlight casting a shadow over half his face. He had saved her, pulled her from her peril, and a feeling she couldn't put into words filled her heart.

She murmured, "Tyrone? It's you? Really?"

He looked at her, his eyes tinged with anger. "What's wrong? Disappointed to see me?"

“Why are you here? Still following me?"

Sabrina's face fell at the thought.

She'd been deceived by Tyrone again