Love Unspoken

Valerie scooped up the child, her gaze as cold as ice as it met Quinn's. Without a word, she pivoted on her heel and made her way indoors.

A light drizzle had begun to fall, prompting the others to follow suit, leaving the house devoid of occupants save for one.Quinn stood alone, her eyes tracing the path of the family as they disappeared into the house.

Nearby, Walter stooped to retrieve a bag of fruit that had spilled its contents onto the ground. He gathered up the scattered pieces, his steps measured as he moved towards Quinn."Quinn, the fruit's bruised," he said, his voice carrying a note of concern. He turned his gaze to her, his face wearing a smile that was perfectly balanced - neither too warm nor too aloof.

It was a mask, a facade that hid his true self from the world, impenetrable to those who sought to understand him. Without a word, Quinn extended her hand and accepted the bag of fruit, her fingers brushing against his in the process.

Walter withdrew his hand, his fingers lingering in the air as though savoring the ghost of her touch. Quinn glanced up, catching the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. She pursed her lips, her hand diving into the bag to retrieve a pristine apple which she handed to him.

reached out to accept the apple, "Thanks, Quinn." Her gaze dropped, her fingers tightening their grip on the handle of the

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didn't he come with you?" he asked.Quinn shook her head, her hands forming a shrug, "I don't know. He's probably busy." Wayne's expression hardened, he nudged Freya, "Didn't

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number.In the midst of the waiting silence, an orange came flying towards Quinn.