Love Unspoken

Quinn found herself perched on the edge of the couch, her gaze habitually locked onto the wall clock, watching as the second hand made its relentless journey.

The tick-tock of the clock was a comforting rhythm, a constant in her life of uncertainties. Each time she found herself waiting for Alexander's return, her eyes would be drawn to that clock, her heart fluttering with the hope that he might walk through the door with the next tick. Yet, more often than not, the person she yearned for never arrived.

As the clock struck midnight, a sudden realization dawned on Quinn. She remembered her notebook, a vessel for her thoughts and memories. Reaching for it, she began to record the events of the past, each memory etched into her mind with crystal clarity.

The thought of forgetting such profound memories was a heartbreaking one. Her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, of things she yearned to do.

She wondered if she would remember them all if she ever lost her memory. As she settled into the rhythm of writing, her focus was shattered by the sound of footsteps.

Her head jerked up, her eyes meeting a familiar face. Instinctively, she hid the notebook behind her. Yet, hidden things have a way of revealing themselves, especially to someone as perceptive as Alexander. He extended his hand, his voice firm, "Hand it over."

before her, clad in a black trench coat, a matching suit underneath, and a silver-grey shirt. His dark attire contrasted starkly against the light, making him an

over her, his gaze piercing as he asked again, "Is there a secret that can't be discovered? Something I'm not allowed to see?"Quinn shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.His eyes darkened momentarily as he extended his long fingers towards her, "Let's have it."Her grip on the notebook was shaky, her

of it not meant for anyone else, especially not him.But before she could conjure an

pupils dilated, her breath hitching in her throat.As he opened it, she stopped struggling, the realization sinking in that he had seen everything. His expression shifted subtly, and

made Quinn feel utterly out of place."I wanna see fields of flowers."I want an obedient Golden Retriever."I'd also love to take a ride in a hot

for, but to him, they seemed like trivialities. But read out by him without a hint of feeling, they felt almost

insignificant, her boldness to pen them down now seeming foolish.The sensation was akin to

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had read her diary aloud for all to hear, how