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?"

his. There was an uncharacteristic gentleness in his eyes, a reminder of better times. But it was just an illusion. It wouldn't be long before he

soothingly, "Whatever happened between you and him over

I'll make him pay, piece by piece,

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

pinched her hand gently,

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way of making her heart surrender. She was so easily mollified a few words from him could have her wagging her tail back into his favor. He had a firm grip on her, always.

into his seemingly sincere eyes, all the grievances and resentments that had

she asked, "Why... why didn't

watched her hand, and suddenly,

out her hand, realizing she didn't need to ask any more questions. His silence was

The heaviness

her hand and sighed softly,

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