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

She truly couldn't recall.

responded with a laugh, tinged with a hint of

whatever I say. You only

to tug at his sleeve again, only to

tell him that it wasn't a matter of not wanting to remember; it was

is where the adventure continues. Join us for

that her memory was slowly fading, particularly the minute details, which were becoming increasingly

now

she

want

one thing she couldn't forget was

memory deeply etched into her subconscious; even if she forgot everything else, her love

in further communication; he opened the car door, exited the vehicle, and retreated into the

she watched his retreating figure in the rearview mirror, Quinn felt a burning

tears, she hastily exited the car, rushing into the