Love Unspoken

Crimson lifeblood seeped from her wrist, blossoming like a rose in full bloom.

Through the veil of her tears, a glimmer of stubbornness shone as she pressed down on the wound repeatedly. The pain was not as acute as she had anticipated; instead, she felt an unfamiliar sense of liberation. The sharp twinge in her heart was somewhat alleviated by the physical pain in her wrist. She had never experienced such lightness before.

She came to a realization; throughout her past and in the present, she had never known true happiness. It was only in this moment, teetering on the precipice of death, that she found a sense of joy and relief.

She loved Alexander, but what had she gained from it? Nothing but a heart riddled with wounds. She couldn't point fingers at anyone else. It was her own foolish delusion, her love so insignificant and unworthy of his attention. The blame rested solely on her shoulders.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Quinn's mouth as she mocked her own fate.A heavy rain began to fall outside her window. Quinn turned her head, listening to the rhythm of the raindrops in silence. She leaned against the bed, her eyes gradually closing.

single tear trickled down her cheek as she loosened her grip, allowing the

sending a jolt through her heart. Quinn reluctantly opened her eyes, catching sight of a figure rushing towards her. Regrettably, her vision was blurred, and she couldn't make out the words being whispered in her ear. She felt

against the window.In her hazy state, Quinn thought she saw Juliet, just as she had been many years ago, her hair grey and a kind smile on

smile to grace her lips, obediently closing her eyes and succumbing to sleep. This time, she wouldn't

the side, stealing

been cleaned, but a faint, metallic scent of blood still hung in the air.Quinn's wound was a grisly sight, but she hadn't lost a significant

frayed.Just as Soren's anxiety peaked, Alexander's voice cut through the silence, "Why hasn't she woken up yet?"Soren flinched at the question."Quinn is