Love Unspoken

The two bears that now caught her attention were the very ones Alexander had won for her at the arcade. The sight of them stirred long-forgotten memories, which slowly began to clear, as if a gust of wind had swept away the dust to reveal a vivid image.

It had been a sunny Friday afternoon. Quinn had been stationed outside the high school gates, her patience wearing thin as she waited for Alexander. As the sun began to dip, marking the approach of dusk, a boy in a white shirt finally emerged from the school, his uniform and backpack distinguishing him from his friends.

Upon spotting the young girl waiting by the gates, one of his friends teased, "Your little girlfriend's been waiting for you."

The boy responded with a playful smack to the back of his friend's head before leaving the group to approach her. Crouching to meet her pouting face, he flashed a smile and asked, "Have you been waiting long?"

In those days, she was innocent and guileless. She nodded in affirmation, holding up three fingers to indicate the three hours she had waited.

He scooped her up in his arms, his fingers playfully pinching her cheek. "Then I'll make it up to you," he promised.

the selection of claw machines. "Pick one, and I'll get it for

nestled together. For a fleeting

snugly wedged in the back of the machine, seemingly impossible to win. Despite his best efforts, which lasted until

the bears from the arcade owner. Even though they were purchased, she cherished them as if they

accepted it with a smile. "Are you giving this to me?" he

is you?" She nodded, took back the bear from his hands, and placed it next

it does look like a big brother with his little sister." Even though

never played with them again. And she didn't

never changed his profile picture. For years, she had never paid any attention

face was blurred with tears. Closing her eyes, Quinn lifted her hand to wipe away the tear stains, shielding her eyes from the sight. Her phone lay silently in her palm, and the doll in the

dawn. The sleepless night left her bedding ice cold, her hands and feet frigid. She coughed, a sign of another