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.

any given moment.Alexander stood behind her, enveloped in silence. Both of them were lost in 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

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I have to step out," he murmured.Quinn looked up abruptly, her pallid face breaking into a tentative smile. She

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

the fortress of solitude.It wasn't long before she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, a cruel reminder of life

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