Love Unspoken

Quinn's fingers twitched, a wave of pain pulsating from the palm of her hand.

Alexander lowered his gaze, leaning in close to Quinn, his breath ghosting over her face. "Who taught you?" he asked.

Quinn's brow furrowed in confusion, unable to comprehend his question. Alexander offered no explanation. Instead, he leaned in even closer, their faces mere inches apart. Quinn instinctively tilted her head to avoid the proximity.

His eyes darkened slightly as he used his free hand to gently turn her face towards him. "What, you still don't recognize me?" he questioned.

Quinn bit her lip, her gaze flitting over his face for a moment before she lowered her eyes. It wasn't that she didn't recognize him, it was that she couldn't accept it.

Just then, the shrill ring of Quinn's phone sliced through the tense silence. Alexander's gaze dropped to her pocket where the persistent sound originated. He reached in, pulling out the device to see the caller ID - Orion. He cast a glance at Quinn upon seeing the name, but she offered no reaction. The events of yesterday seemed like a distant memory to her, and the current Orion was nothing more than a vaguely familiar stranger.

her. She spun around to flee, only to be halted by Alexander who was now

your medicine?" Alexander inquired. Quinn was taken aback, her mind flashing back to the

head, instructing,

let her leave without taking the medicine. Resigned, she moved to the bedside and retrieved

the brand new bottle of mineral water on the bedside table, but her injured hand made it impossible to open. Just then, a slender hand reached out,

to swallow the pills. Once done, she raised her hand in a questioning gesture. "Is it okay now?" Alexander responded with a slight nod of his chin, signaling his approval. Without wasting a moment, Quinn bolted

Quinn approached him, her eyes fixed on his face. Walter glanced at her under his lifted eyelids,

having a family still felt surreal to her. She studied Walter, as if trying to etch

seemed to remember something. He set down his tea cup and extended his hand towards Quinn. "Where's your phone?" Quinn reached into her pocket and handed him the device. Walter navigated to her Facebook messages, made some