Love Unspoken

A warm, inviting light bathed the bedside, casting the distinct shadows of two figures. The phone lying nearby served as a silent witness, recording every detail of the unfolding scene.

Exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, teetering on the edge of sleep. When she was on the verge of falling asleep, he carried her to the bathroom and left the phone with her before departing.

When Quinn's eyes fluttered open again, the sun was already high in the sky, signaling the arrival of the next day. As her senses came to life, she found herself cradled in the man's arms.

A moment of stunned silence washed over Quinn before she instinctively pushed against Alexander's chest, struggling to rise. Alexander's eyes snapped open at her sudden movement. He took in her panicked expression and sighed, a sound barely louder than a whisper.

Wordlessly, he extended the phone towards her. Quinn accepted it, her gaze filled with confusion. But he was already drawing her back into his embrace, his head nestled in the crook of her neck as he drifted back to sleep.

Quinn unlocked the phone, and a three-hour-long video appeared on the screen. The sight of her own face, captured in the first frame, greeted her. She watched herself placing the phone on the bedside table. As the video played, a blush crept up Quinn's cheeks. Alexander had managed to capture every detail.

The shock of it all was too much for Quinn, who had only just woken up. She felt overwhelmed. The dull ache that throbbed within her served as a cruel reminder of the video's authenticity.

the video to the end, only making it halfway through before Alexander snatched the phone from her. He locked the screen, tossed it aside nonchalantly, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He whispered into her ear, "It seems you've forgotten again. Let me

his lunch. He glanced up at the staircase and addressed Ms. Miller, "They haven't come

Miller responded awkwardly, "Alexander said

chair, lighting a cigarette. His gaze drifted upstairs, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Our

thought Alexander was in good health. Walter, perhaps sensing her confusion, elaborated, "Don't you know? He broke two ribs.

be missing out

voice dripped with malice as he added, "Who

could only muster a forced smile, not daring to

the entrance. Ms.

carried her into the living room. Not finding the person she was looking for, she called out,

made her pause and