Love Unspoken

Upon noticing the door slightly ajar, Ms. Miller mustered her courage and gently nudged it open. The sound of retching greeted her, and she quickly moved towards the source of the distress.

"Quinn? What's the matter?" Ms. Miller's voice echoed with concern as she rushed to the young woman's side. She glanced down to find that Quinn had already flushed away the evidence of her discomfort. With a grimace, Quinn wiped her mouth on her sleeve and looked up at Ms. Miller. She gestured dismissively, indicating that she had merely overeaten.

Ms. Miller hesitated, her gaze shifting between the toilet and Quinn's pained expression. "Should I get Soren to take a look?" she suggested.

Quinn shook her head, attempting to wave off the concern. However, another wave of nausea hit her, and she doubled over the toilet once more.

She had already expelled everything she had consumed earlier, and what followed was a bitter, acidic fluid. Her stomach convulsed violently, as if her intestines were knotting together, relentlessly churning upwards. Once the retching subsided, Quinn slumped to the floor, too drained to move.

"Quinn, are you okay?" Ms. Miller asked cautiously.Quinn managed a weak nod and a feeble wave of her hand, signaling that she was fine.

Despite her doubts, Ms. Miller decided not to press further. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Kennedy asked me to bring some clothes to him. Which should I take down?"

her stomach or her heart. She gestured

and randomly selected a set of clothes from Quinn's

revealed no sign of Alexander's coat draped on

Men were indeed unfaithful creatures. Witnessing Alexander's blatant betrayal of Quinn stirred a pang of

managed to pull herself up. Seeing her unsteady steps, Ms.

onto the bed. She looked at the clothes in Ms. Miller's hands and gestured, asking if

"I didn't see anyone when I went downstairs. I'll

to Quinn's side. "Quinn, don't you think you should see a doctor?" Quinn shook her head

you need anything, you can use the internal

days prior for Quinn's convenience, was meant to provide a quick

the bed, the room fell silent, save for the faint patter of rain against the windows. It was raining again. Quinn closed her eyes, and the image of the two embracing downstairs flashed in her

evening. Instead, he had gone to the mall with Getty and bought