Love Unspoken

Knee-high weeds surrounded her, rustling ominously with each gust of wind.

Quinn stood at the precipice of the cliff, the lantern in her hand casting a small orb of light that shimmered in the surrounding darkness, akin to a glowing pearl lost in the night.

She cast a fleeting glance at the bomb strapped to her ankle, the countdown on its display showing a mere eight hours left. Time was running out.

Quinn had stood there for what seemed like an eternity before the gravity of her purpose dawned on her. She had come to this desolate place to end her life. Gently placing the lantern on the ground, she hoped its faint light would signal her demise to Alexander, sparing him the futile effort of searching for her. With a deep breath, Quinn closed her eyes and took a step towards the edge of the cliff."Quinn!" A voice echoed through the night, halting her mid-step."Don't!" The plea hung heavy in the air.She spun around, her gaze landing on a dark figure rushing through the brush towards her.

The figure's panic was almost tangible, their voice quivering with fear and desperation.As the man approached with alarming speed, Quinn's eyes flickered with uncertainty. She closed her eyes once more and, with a leap of faith, jumped off the cliff."Quinn!"

too late, his outstretched hand clutching at nothing but thin air."Alexander!" Kyle Astor arrived on the scene, his eyes wide

out over the edge, desperate to catch them, but Alexander was already gone. Despite the same unrelenting pull that

portrait of confusion and bewilderment. Had Alexander really jumped? What measure of care did one have to harbor for another person to jump without hesitation, resolutely plunging into the unknown alongside them? Even if it meant death? The wind howled past Quinn's

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from her eyes as she reached out, desperately trying to cling to him. She had been wrong. So very wrong to place her trust in Walter's words. If he was willing to forsake his own life, what was a company worth in comparison? Quinn had never dared to hope for such sacrifice on her behalf, but now he was showing her through his

in her chest. "L...," a raspy, awkward syllable emerged, sounding alien, as if she

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