Love Unspoken

The sound was not particularly loud, but it was sufficient to startle them both. Quinn found herself watching as Alexander made his entrance, his weariness evident in every step. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, the man she had once yearned for. Now, however, his mere presence made it difficult for her to draw breath. A shortened life was, after all, what she desired most, a means to escape her daily torment.

The doctor, feeling a pang of guilt, wondered if Alexander had overheard his earlier warning. He rose awkwardly from his seat, addressing the newcomer, "Mr. Kennedy." Alexander's approach brought with it a palpable chill. He took a seat beside Quinn, asking, "How is she?"

"The fever has subsided. If it doesn't return tonight, she should be fine," the doctor informed him.

Alexander gave a nod of acknowledgment, "You may leave us."

Relieved, the doctor hastily made his exit, leaving them alone in the room.

The silence that followed was thick, heavy. Quinn found herself staring at Alexander, her heart heavy with suppressed emotions that weighed on her like a stone. Alexander glanced down at her, reaching out to touch her forehead. Quinn, however, turned her head away.

His gaze darkened, but he persisted, placing his cool hand on her forehead. His touch was not icy, but it held the coolness of marble. "Quinn," he murmured softly.

She stiffened, her lips pressed together, refusing to meet his gaze.

Alexander gently cupped her face, turning it toward him, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way last night. Can you forgive me?"

an illusion. It wouldn't be long before he reverted to his cold,

whispered soothingly, "Whatever happened between you and him over these past three days, I won't ask

he did to you, I'll make him pay, piece

eyes flickering, attempting to read something, anything, in his face. But he was too good at

pinched her hand gently,

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words from him could have her wagging her tail back into his favor. He had a firm grip on her, always. Because he was an expert at kindling the illusion

grievances and resentments that had been building

of her hand, she asked, "Why... why didn't you come to save

watched her hand, and

to ask

her eyes. The heaviness in her heart pressed

and sighed

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