Love Unspoken

Getty's words were laced with urgency, her cheeks flushed from the combined effects of her haste and the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She held Alexander's gaze, her eyes brimming with emotion. Before he could respond, the tears she had been holding back spilled down her cheeks. She clutched Alexander's hand, displaying a level of humility and pleading that was uncharacteristic of her. "Please, don't send me away," she implored. Alexander's gaze, deep and thoughtful, lingered on her face. He studied her for a long moment before heaving a sigh of resignation. He took hold of Getty's hand, using his free hand to gently wipe away her tears. "Why put yourself through this?" he asked.

"I can't help it," Getty confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "As I walked here, I found myself reflecting on everything, all from my perspective. I was tempted to act selfishly.

"I could've just left you behind.

"But the thought of us parting ways, of possibly never seeing you again, it felt as though a piece of my heart was being ripped out. Life seemed pointless without you."

Her words elicited a laugh from Alexander.

"How can you still laugh? You said the choice was mine. So, I'm staying. Even if you end up panhandling, I'll be right there beside you!"

A complex expression flickered across Alexander's face.

After a moment of silence, he spoke softly. "Alright, no more crying."

tightening. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with deep affection.

long as you're happy," Alexander replied. "You! Just be clear about what being with me entails, what you could face in the future, as long as you're prepared for that." "I know it all, better than anyone! Don't say another word." Getty's tone was resolute, her gaze unwavering as

his shoulder, her voice playful as she asked,

various items scattered on the dashboard, grabbed her purse, and began

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purse, Alexander said, "Not tonight, I have things to

"What things?"

"That's not your concern."

crossing her face, but she quickly suppressed it, still shaken from the recent

going back to that dummy?" she asked, her tone

get some rest," Alexander replied, placing the purse in her lap and unbuckling her seatbelt as a final parting gesture. Alexander rarely offered explanations, so Getty felt slightly reassured. His demeanor made

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slightest hint of sentimentality, even more so than

made her feel utterly helpless, that drew