Love Unspoken

Alexander's gaze rested on Getty, his smile cryptic. "So?" he asked.

"There is no 'so'," Getty retorted, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm flustered, Alexander. If you won't marry me, I can't find a single reason to convince myself to stay." Alexander merely watched her, his silence as profound as the night sky.

Getty persisted, her voice edged with desperation. "Alexander, just tell me, do you even like me?"

"Is that important?" he asked, his tone nonchalant.

"Of course it's important!" she exclaimed. "If you don't like me, and we have nothing now, and you're not planning to marry me, wouldn't I be a fool to stick around?" Alexander gave a mock nod of agreement. "Indeed, you're making a lot of sense."

"Get out," he finally said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Those last words struck Getty like a bolt of lightning. "What?"

"Get out, and let's not keep in touch."

for this conversation, weighing the pros and cons. But when Alexander uttered those words, her heart plummeted. She felt as though she had been thrown into an

heart, and hers had already delivered the unequivocal answer. She had fallen for him, deeply and irrevocably. There

impulse, Getty reached out, her fingers clutching

she could finish, Alexander interrupted her. "You're not to blame, anyone would feel the

I meant to

the adventure continues. Join us for

again. "As I've said before, you're free to leave whenever you wish, whether

pierced Getty with their cold indifference, like fine needles jabbing directly into her heart.

her voice choked with emotion. "But you also said, as long as

huff, his gaze intense as if trying to see right through her. "You just mentioned that yourself, forgotten

already regretting

the one pushing you away, this is your decision. Once made, don't

debt you have, whether you're

her heart. She simply couldn't let go of Alexander. She loved