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.

you only need to listen to

She truly couldn't recall.

laugh, tinged with a hint

say. You only hold onto what

reached out to tug at his sleeve again, only to be met

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

for the complete experience

her memory was slowly fading, particularly

remembered so vividly now

she was

want to

thing she couldn't forget

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

communication; he opened the car door,

Quinn felt a burning sensation in her eyes, tears

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