I merely glanced at her, too weary to engage further.
I knew her too well; in this state of mind, nothing I said would penetrate.
"Reflect on your actions, and I'll address this with you tomorrow!"
She huffed coldly and hurled the watch at my head.
I sat up from the bed, my mind rewinding to the day I first met Jane.
That fateful day, I was donning a frog costume and handing out flyers on the bustling pedestrian street when Jane, out for a stroll, was accosted by a drunken ruffian.
With a swift slap, she attacked the drunkard, who retaliated with a knife.
Seeing this, I seized her hand. We fled, and the drunk was in hot pursuit.
Her heels snapped, and she stumbled, so I hoisted her onto my back and sprinted on.
I knew not how long we ran, but the drunk was eventually subdued by the police. Yet, I was hospitalized due to the exertion, and my heart was in agony.
She remained by my side throughout, murmuring, "Frog, please don't leave me. I beg you. Frog..."
In my eyes, she was a vision of beauty that I couldn't help but adore. Though I knew my love was humble, I gathered the courage to cherish her in secret. Even if it remained unspoken, the courage to love was mine.