Love Unspoken

Soren offered a nod of agreement, his expression solemn.

Outside, a flash of lightning split the night sky, its brilliant light piercing through the window. It cast an eerie glow upon Quinn's face, accentuating her pallor. In the absence of any other light, her visage was ghostly, a chilling reminder of those who had passed.

Soren lingered by the bed, his gaze never straying from Quinn. Hours ticked by, each one heavy with anticipation. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Quinn stirred.

Her eyes fluttered open, the stark white ceiling coming into focus. A flicker of confusion danced in her eyes, a silent testament to her disorientation.

"Quinn, are you awake?" Soren's voice cut through the silence.

Her eyelashes fluttered in response, her head turning ever so slightly in his direction.

"Do you remember me, Quinn? I'm Soren," he ventured, his voice laced with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Quinn's gaze met his, her eyes weak yet intense. The unsettling depth of her stare had Soren swallowing hard. He pointed to his nose, a silent plea for recognition.

"Do you not recognize me?" His question echoed in the room, unanswered.

Quinn remained silent, her gaze unwavering.

escaped Soren's lips as he muttered to himself, "Has it

"That can't be right.

I gave you?" His

rush, a desperate attempt to make sense of the situation. His rambling was interrupted when Quinn suddenly lifted her hand, gesturing weakly. "I remember." Soren's confusion was evident. He

his confusion, Quinn mustered the strength to

at her response.

again, her

your medication on time?" Soren continued, his voice a blend of relief and

flutter of her eyelashes, her gaze dropping to her lap. The faint shadows

where the adventure continues. Join us for the

laced with earnest concern. "Quinn, you need to

to paint a bleak picture. He quickly changed his tone. "If you manage to take your medication on time, your illness shouldn't worsen for at least two more years." Despite his words, Soren was being conservative. Given Quinn's current condition, two years seemed overly optimistic. It would be a victory if she could hold on for another six months. Quinn made a feeble attempt to reach

anything you want to say, wait until you've regained some strength," Soren reassured her. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll get you some

he hurried out of the room. He returned shortly, a bowl of soup cradled in his

Sebastianful of soup to her

at the soup he held out to her, her lips pursed. After a moment of

another Sebastianful. "Come on, have some more. You