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.

he muttered to

furrowed in concern. "That can't be right.

medication I gave you?" His question

in a 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

his confusion, Quinn mustered the strength to

over Soren at her response. "So, you

again, her movement slow but

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

dropping to her

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voice laced with earnest concern. "Quinn, you need

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 for her cell phone, but

you've regained some strength," Soren reassured her. "I'm not going anywhere.

room. He returned shortly, a bowl of soup

Sebastianful of soup to her lips. "Quinn, please eat

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

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