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."

she gestured her pain, "What

lingered on her, but he remained

she gestured with stiff fingers, sobbing, "I'm not a pet. I have a heart. I feel

content with just a pat on the head and happily wag my tail," she declared. Her movements were slow, every

it was impossible to see the agony in her heart with each delicate

Alexander? He'll never know. He'll

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express its grievances. No one knows its pain, so it can only lick its wounds in

the cold wind, and her gestures were desperate. Facing his impassive

motions ceased. Her arms fell limply at her sides, and the corners of her mouth

back and stepped away. His eyes darkened as he firmly grasped her arm

"You're not the puppy, nor the kitten. You're my family, irreplaceable, then

little friend,"

didn't want just family. She yearned

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a breeze stirred the scraps of paper at their feet, twirling in the space between them. Her gaze held the persistence of a flickering ember in the ashes, struggling until it