Love Unspoken

Quinn slowly reached down, grabbing a handful of ashes from the ground.

In an instant, the wind swept them from her grasp, scattering them into oblivion. She raised her eyes to Alexander, her expression a silent plea for understanding.

Alexander met her gaze, his posture radiating an undeniable authority. The destruction he had wrought was dismissed with a casual indifference, as though he had merely disposed of some inconsequential rubbish.

In his eyes, Quinn felt herself reduced to the same level of insignificance. Her friends, her identity, and everything she held dear were all dismissed as worthless.

Summoning her strength, Quinn scrambled to her feet and signed, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

Alexander moved closer, his touch gentle as he wiped a tear from her cheek. "These things don't belong here," he said.

"I've warned you to stay away from Abigail. Why can't you just listen?" Abigail had even provoked her to bite him over this matter.

Tears welled in Quinn's eyes as she pleaded, "Can't I even have a friend?"

"You have me. That should be enough. Why do you need friends?" His voice was soft, but it sent a chill down Quinn's spine.

She stared into his emotionless eyes, finding them colder than the biting wind. She took an involuntary step back. "It's always been just you. Since my childhood, I only have you. But you... you have so many others around you, but there is no place for me."

as she gestured her pain, "What am I to you, really?

her,

streamed down her face as she gestured with stiff fingers, sobbing, "I'm not a pet. I have a heart. I feel sorrow and pain, but

home every day, eagerly waiting for you. Then I'll be content with just a pat

was impossible to see the agony in her heart with each

never know. He'll always be blissfully unaware,'

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No one knows its pain, so it

and her gestures were desperate. Facing his impassive face, she felt like a mere court

arms fell limply at her sides, and the corners of her mouth revealed a hint of bitterness. Despair made her feel more helpless than

pull her in, she defiantly hid her hands behind her back and stepped away. His eyes darkened as he firmly grasped her arm and drew

and said in a low voice, "You're not the puppy, nor

little friend,"

but she didn't want just family. She yearned for... the kind of love he had for

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a breeze stirred the scraps of paper at their feet, twirling in the space between them. Her gaze