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.

he 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 matter to you." Quinn

She truly couldn't recall.

a laugh, tinged with a hint

I say. You only hold onto what other people

at his sleeve again, only to be

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

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memory was slowly fading, particularly the minute

vividly now randomly flitted

but she was

didn't want

thing she couldn't forget

if she forgot

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

in the rearview mirror, Quinn felt

she hastily exited the car, rushing