Love Unspoken

With a sense of urgency, Quinn flung open the car door, slid gracefully into the seat, and promptly secured her seatbelt. Without uttering a single word, Alexander engaged the car in reverse and they were soon on their way.

The rain had ceased its relentless downpour, yet the sky remained a gloomy canvas of overcast clouds. Quinn had spent the entirety of the evening within the confines of the hotel, a chill seeping into her very bones.

A breeze, laced with the faint scent of alcohol, wafted through the car window, causing Quinn's heart to flutter with worry. He had been drinking and was now at the wheel. Fear kept her silent, her eyes darting towards him before returning to the sting of the wind on her cheeks.

With a quiet determination, she extended a slender finger to close the window, effectively banishing the intrusive cold air.

Their journey concluded at Thunderbird Canyon. As Alexander parked the car, Quinn turned towards him, her hand reaching out to tug at his sleeve.

His gaze met hers in a silent exchange, the chill between them almost tangible.

"Do you want to take a shower? I'll run the bath for you," she suggested through a series of gestures.

Alexander responded with silence, his gaze shifting away. He retrieved a cigarette, lighting it up, and spoke in a tone devoid of any hint of joy, "Is it that you're only willing to listen to someone else, not my words?" Quinn was taken aback. She shook her head, attempting to communicate through gestures, but he paid her no mind.

She studied his profile, sensing his unease, and struggled to form the words, "No... I... I'm... worried..."

He listened then, in silence. Whether he understood her concerns remained a mystery.

glanced at her and finally spoke. "Do you remember I told you that you only need to listen to me and Kyle? Nobody else's words should

She truly couldn't recall.

responded with a laugh, tinged with a hint of

you won't remember whatever I say. You only hold onto what other people

tug at his sleeve again, only to be met

not wanting to remember; it was that she simply couldn't... She'd forgotten

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fading, particularly the minute details, which

vividly now randomly flitted in and out

but she was powerless to

didn't want

forget was her concern for

if

however, seemed uninterested in further communication; he opened the car door, exited the

retreating figure in the rearview mirror, Quinn felt a burning

her tears, she hastily exited the car, rushing into the storage