Love Unspoken

Just as Quinn was on the verge of relaxation, the name field in their chat flickered, morphing once again.

"User is typing..."

Her features contorted, her mind whirling with questions. 'What is he up to? Is he not messaging me, but chatting with someone else?'

A moment later, his name resurfaced, only to be replaced by the typing indicator once more within the span of two minutes.

Quinn released a deep sigh, her patience wearing thin. She couldn't help but send him a message.

Quinn: [Are you writing to me?]

Suddenly, everything came to a halt. Almost instantly, as if someone had hit the pause button, all activity ceased.

Undeterred, Quinn fired off another message.

Quinn: [Is it about signing the divorce papers?]

No sooner had she sent the message than a red exclamation mark materialized on the screen!

Frozen in place, Quinn stared in disbelief at the exclamation mark and the message accompanying it: "This message is successfully sent but rejected by the receiver."

Had he... removed her from his contacts?

mark to confirm, only to be met

like a ton of

a loss for how to react. She had never anticipated such a turn

for her grown

clothes, and now he had removed her

and a

photo so long ago, probably out of laziness rather than sentiment. It didn't hold

People change, after all.

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his smiles for her alone, now

phone into her pocket and exited the dorm, stepping out into

dogs. The pack of pups yipped and chased each other around

joined in the caretaking efforts, playing merrily with the

stood on the balcony, surveying the yard teeming with pets and the unfamiliar surroundings, her thoughts were consumed by that

surroundings amplified the sense

felt increasingly alienated

a bag of dog food in his hand. He

Quinn turned and descended

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