Love Unspoken

Quinn seemed to have come to terms with her condition. An unusual calm washed over her as she listened to Soren's words, her gaze fixed on him, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Do you find yourself forgetting things often now?" Soren asked, his tone gentle yet probing. Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion. She pondered over his question, but how could she remember what she had forgotten? Soren, seeing her struggle, offered an explanation. "I've been doing some research. Your initial symptom is memory loss, specifically forgetting recent events. It's not too severe, as you can still recall them eventually." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing, "However, if you start failing to recognize people who know you, then the situation might be more serious."

He emphasized the importance of her medication, "You need to continue taking your medicine. It's crucial that you don't start forgetting people. Forgetting things is not as serious."

Quinn nodded, indicating her understanding of his words.

Soren gave a frustrated smile, "Remembering this conversation might not be possible. By tomorrow morning, you might have forgotten everything we discussed today.

"But that's okay. Just remember to remind yourself to take your medicine."

Quinn nodded again, her hand gesturing towards a bag on the opposite side of the room.

Soren hesitated for a moment before standing up and handing her the bag. "Is this what you want?"

Quinn unzipped the bag and pulled out a notebook, flipping it open to show Soren.

reminding herself to take her medication, but she hadn't had the opportunity to tell

approvingly, "That's excellent. You've been noting down

gentle, almost as if he was speaking to a child. Quinn couldn't help but pull a wry smile

a word, she flipped open the

face stiffened, his words coming out in a jumble, "He... he stepped out to take

any discernible emotion, and put the notebook

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on the bed, sleep eluding her, her gaze fixed on the

returned to the Kennedy

on the sofa, her expression

over to the sofa and sat down, lighting

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took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke obscuring his

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