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.

denial, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face. She turned her gaze back to Alexander, her vision blurred by her tears. Their eyes met, and 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 slow as Quinn rose from the couch,

at him, meeting his indifferent gaze. It was as if he had detached himself from the world. A heavy feeling settled 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

a while to muster the courage to gesture towards the hospital. Alexander's face remained impassive, as

to see Juliet evident in her movements. Alexander turned away from her,

on her phone replaying in her mind, stoking her anger.

she was ready to leave. But as she opened the door, she found

He reached out, his hand

sent a chill down Quinn's spine. She raised her

I said you can't go, so stay home!" With