Love Unspoken

A sudden confusion clouded Kyle's mind, prompting him to blurt out, "What's going on?" The moment the words escaped his lips, he regretted his impulsiveness, feeling it painted him as inept. Alexander turned to him, his gaze steady. "Kyle, after all these years by my side, what have you learned?" he asked, his tone laced with disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Alexander. I was just too slow to catch on," Kyle responded, his voice heavy with regret.

Alexander merely waved his hand dismissively. "Never mind," he said, his voice as cool as the night air. He fell silent, pocketing his phone and leaning against the railing, lost in thought as he puffed on his cigarette.

From downstairs, Quinn looked up and saw Alexander standing there, the smoke from his cigarette curling up into the night. His posture suggested a man wrestling with his thoughts.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away from Alexander. Picking it up, she read the message that had appeared on the screen. It was from an unknown number: [Juliet is dead.] The words hit her like a punch to the gut, freezing her in place.

Panic washed over her, consuming her entirely. Her blood seemed to rush to a single point, leaving her limbs numb and alien to her. Quinn stared at the message, her mind a blank canvas. Subconsciously, she dismissed it as a scam, a cruel trick played by someone. It had to be Walter. He loved to deceive her.

in that moment, a myriad of emotions hung heavy in the air. Her phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the ground. Time seemed to

in her heart. She raised her hand, intending to speak, but words failed her. Fear of his response held her tongue. Her hand hung in the air, and for a

the courage to gesture towards the hospital. Alexander's face remained impassive, as if he hadn't understood

gestured again, her desire to see Juliet evident in her movements. Alexander turned away from her, his voice firm as

on her phone replaying in her mind, stoking her anger. She turned away from Alexander, storming off

clothes and grabbing her bag, she was ready to leave. But as she opened the door, she found Alexander leaning against the

gestured towards the hospital again, but Alexander's gaze hardened. He reached out, his hand gripping her chin as he whispered, "I said you can't go. Can't you

sent a chill down Quinn's

is no why. I said you can't go, so stay home!" With that, he released her