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.

muttered to himself, "Has it really gotten this

concern. "That can't be right.

I gave you?" His question hung in the air,

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 confusion was evident.

confusion, Quinn mustered the strength

her response. "So, you

nodded again, her movement slow but

on time?" Soren continued, his voice a blend of

her gaze dropping to her lap. The faint shadows cast by

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deeply, his voice laced with earnest concern. "Quinn, you need to eat regularly.

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 for

until you've regained some strength," Soren reassured

He returned shortly, a bowl of soup

a Sebastianful of soup to

pursed. After

relief, quickly scooping up another Sebastianful. "Come on, have some more. You haven't eaten anything in