Love Unspoken

The disease's progression was as unpredictable as a storm, capable of intensifying without warning.

After a moment of contemplation, Doctor Smith finally acquiesced, "Very well, I'll keep this from him. However, you must promise to adhere to your medication schedule."

Quinn offered a nod of agreement, her eyes shimmering with a profound sense of gratitude. Throughout his numerous visits, Doctor Smith had never before cast such a pitiful gaze upon her.

The sudden shift stirred a bitter sensation in the back of Quinn's throat. It was a look she dreaded, a constant reminder of her abnormality, her deviation from the norm.

How she yearned to be just like everyone else...Doctor Smith's countenance was a complex tapestry of emotions as he observed her, "Quinn, please don't shed tears. Your illness isn't as severe as you fear. Just remember to take your medicine and maintain your journal; it's not as terrifying as it seems."

the report she held in

before she picked it up again for a closer examination. Then, with a sense of finality, she ripped the report into shreds and discarded them into the nearby trash bin. "Quinn..."She swiftly picked up her phone and typed out a message: [I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Dr. Smith.]"Don't let despair consume you, it's detrimental to your condition," he advised

in response. Doctor Smith continued to shower her with comforting words, to which

rose to his feet, sensing it was time for him to take his leave. Kyle cast a suspicious glance at the pair; their expressions

better these past few days?" Kyle asked, his concern evident in his tone. Quinn managed to pull the corners of her mouth

finish her meal before making his exit. Once outside, Kyle sat

Alexander finally addressed the call, "Kyle Astor.""Ah, Alexander, when are you returning?" Kyle inquired, his gaze drifting towards the villa's closed gate. Quinn was likely back inside by now, lost in her thoughts on the couch.