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.

her, leaving Quinn draped over the edge of the bathtub, coughing desperately. She was soaked from head to toe, water dripping from her

not in a much better state. 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

corners of her mouth, but even after several attempts, she

it was her choice or not? He should have known what might happen when he chose not to look for her. But he didn't look for her, did he? What was he doing now? Blaming her for not remaining chaste just for him, for

strength to lift her hand now. Her head was spinning, and the whole world seemed to be whirling around her. She felt cold, bone-chillingly cold, but it seemed nothing compared to the void inside her. She looked at Alexander and

her, a storm brewing in his eyes, ready to burst at any moment. The next

cleaned up!" Without another glance, he

coldness was almost indistinguishable from ice. She looked at the closed bathroom door, her hair dripping, water trailing down her neck into her collar, the chill seeping into her pores and penetrating her bone

us for the

and hair flowed out around her. Dying was not difficult after

to ignore the discomfort in her body, reminiscing instead about the

hair and tell her to eat more, saying he didn't like his