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."

grip on the notebook tightened, her knuckles turning white.Alexander stood 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,

again, "Is there a secret that can't be discovered? Something I'm not allowed to see?"Quinn shook her head, her eyes wide

before she could conjure an excuse, Alexander leaned in, one

her, the other hand already flipping the notebook open. Quinn's 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 he glanced at Quinn

magnetic voice, devoid of any emotion. Yet, his words made Quinn feel utterly out of place."I wanna

bear to listen any longer. To her, these were the things she yearned for, but to him, they seemed like trivialities. But read out by him without a hint

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

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