Hate or Regret?

Her head was throbbing by the time she got up.

Her vision, still unsteady, began to get better by the second, as she felt her body push violently back and forth.

Thud!

Small bright lights flashes before her eyes, a torch light it seems.

Desperate to protect her eyes which have only recently begun to clear she covers her face when two large hands reach out and pull her.

"Wait…!" Is all she can shout as they pull her out.

Her legs unable to keep up slips, and she falls to the ground, grazing her beautiful skin.

"Glad to see you made it, I was getting worried and thought you lost it," she hears Mark say to her.

"Enough talking," Leia says, as she dusts herself, standing up from the dusty ground.

A small cut appears on Leia's legs as she gets up, and it so happens to catch Mark's eyes.

With a terrifying gaze, Mark glances over at the person guilty of the crime and nods to someone behind him.

As the man walks forward, Mark takes Leia by the back and gently leads her away.

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