Love Unspoken

She didn't know the full extent of the island. All she knew was that the deeper she ran into it, the denser the trees became.

Even though it was noon, the jungle was very dark due to last night's rain. Raindrops dripped from the branches; dew hung on the grass; and the ground was muddy. Quinn walked unsteadily in the woods, stumbling several times. Her bathrobe was covered in dirt and mud; her ankles scratched; and the soles of her feet cut by sharp stones. "Alexander."

Her voice trembled with tears, not very loud. She wanted to shout; but when she did, all that came out was a barely audible meow.

Quinn fell several times on the ground and got up again, ignoring the pain and wiping away tears as she walked deeper. In the end, she had lost all sense of direction.

She spotted a slab of green stone not far off and hurried over to it. In the midst of the jungle, it was the only semblance of shelter she could find.

The green stone slab was encircled by intertwining vines and thick trees, creating a crisscross pattern all around. The entire setting radiated an eerie and ancient vibe.

Quinn curled up on the green stone slab. She seemed to have lost Alexander. And she seemed to have lost herself.

empty, her discarded bathrobe lying nearby. Alexander got off the

sun gradually descended towards the west, faint growls of wild beasts could be heard from the jungle. Above, birds of prey circled, their calls mingling with the rustle of leaves stirred by their wings, penetrating Quinn's ears. It felt as though specters were haunting her, seeking souls to

and Quinn could only helplessly watch as the plants

wind rustling through the weeds, but as if something was moving stealthily

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light, she saw the

in half, like a piece of jade cracking in the middle,

clenched as she stared at

One second.

Two seconds...

saw something emerge from

Head over