Love Unspoken

The icy water rushed into her nostrils and down her throat, the sensation of suffocation wrapping around her as her lungs strained against the pressure. Quinn, driven by instinct, thrashed about in the water, her desperate kicks and splashes sending waves skittering across the bathroom floor.

After a brief, frenzied struggle, Alexander's hand closed around the collar of her clothes, yanking her out of the tub. She gasped for air, water gushing from her mouth and nose in a desperate expulsion.

"Tell me, did you do it willingly?" Alexander's voice cut through the air again. Quinn opened her eyes, the water cascading down her face blurring her vision.

"Tell me!" he pressed, his voice insistent. Quinn gave a nod in response.

As if he had anticipated her response, Alexander pushed her back into the water. This time, Quinn offered no resistance. She lay there, allowing the cold water to envelop her, her arms dangling lifelessly at her sides. She had never been brave enough to end it all, but perhaps Alexander would do her this favor.

'Death seems welcoming. It means freedom. No more burdening others. No more pain. Someone like me... should have died long ago.' Quinn thought, her eyes closing as the memories of the years flashed through her mind. As the suffocating sensation peaked, her consciousness began to blur.

Suddenly, Alexander yanked her out of the water again.

water. Alexander released his grip on her, leaving Quinn draped over the edge of the bathtub, coughing desperately. She was soaked from head to toe, water dripping from her sleeves onto the

Quinn's thrashing had caused water to splash all over him, leaving his clothes stained with varying shades of wetness. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it to the floor beside him. Crouching down in front of Quinn, he lifted

smile, tugging at the corners of her mouth, but even after several attempts,

did it willingly or not? What difference did it make, whether it was her choice or not? He should have known what might happen when he chose not to

whole world seemed to be whirling around her. She felt cold, bone-chillingly cold, but it seemed nothing compared

to burst at any moment. The

up!" Without another glance, he stormed

water, Quinn felt the numbing coldness was almost indistinguishable from ice. She looked at the closed bathroom door,

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clothes and hair flowed out around her. Dying was not difficult after all. She closed her eyes, allowing the water to flood her nostrils, slowly feeling her heart

the discomfort in her

her to eat more, saying he didn't like his woman too thin. Those were sweet nothings, and yet she fell for them every