Love Unspoken

Quinn was seated on the couch, her complexion as pale as a specter under the harsh overhead lights. Alexander was behind her, gently drying her hair with a towel.

Her gaze was vacant, lost in the void of space, as Alexander's eyes bore down on her. He remained silent. He didn't inquire about the events that had transpired at the Kennedy Residence.

It was unclear whether he had surmised the situation and chose not to probe, or if he simply lacked interest in her ordeal.

His silence echoed their past encounters when she had needed him. There was no concern for her wellbeing, no queries about her pain. 'But then again, how could a dummy feel pain?' She mocked herself internally.

After drying her hair, Alexander continued to run the hairdryer, ensuring her ebony locks were completely dry. Throughout this process, she remained stationary, not moving an inch from her initial position. Her lush, dark hair framed her face, highlighting her pallor.

their individual reveries. The tranquility was abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of a phone. It was Alexander's cell. He set down the hairdryer, retrieved the phone from his pocket, and moved aside to answer

Like her, the unborn child she had carried was unwanted. Quinn closed her eyes. No tears fell. Perhaps she had none left to shed. Tears could signify sorrow but not

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his call and gently ruffled Quinn's hair. "Get some rest. I have to

paused and glanced back at Quinn. "Next time she calls you, ring me," he instructed before resuming his departure. His words stung, and as she watched the stern lines of his face, a wave of suffocating sadness washed over her. 'Will there be a next time? It seems unlikely.' She pondered.Alexander exited without uttering another word, leaving Quinn to stare at

curled up on the couch in the vast, desolate villa, a lone sentinel in the fortress of solitude.It wasn't long before she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, a cruel reminder of life gradually ebbing away from her body, once again. This was the second

floor. She dropped to her knees, collecting the pills one by one as sweat dripped onto her palms, dampening the pills.She forced the moist pills into her mouth, swallowing them whole. Whether it was the bitterness of the medication or the intensity of her pain, a sour tightness welled up