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."

body trembled as she gestured her pain, "What am I

her, but he remained

gestured with stiff fingers, sobbing, "I'm not a

to live like a pup, sitting at home every day, eagerly waiting for you. Then I'll be content with just a pat on the head and happily wag my tail," she declared. Her movements were slow, every stroke laden with the silent screams of her

speak, and her gestures made no sound, so it was impossible to see

know. He'll always

Join us for

its grievances. No one knows its pain,

in the cold wind, and her gestures were desperate. Facing his impassive face, she felt like

arms fell limply at her sides, and the corners of her mouth revealed a hint of bitterness. Despair

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

his arms around her and said in a low voice, "You're not the puppy, nor

my little

She yearned for... the kind of love he had for

for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting

at their feet, twirling in the space between them. Her gaze held the persistence of a flickering ember in the ashes, struggling until it finally died out.