Love Unspoken

Alexander remained unresponsive, calmly standing in place without even blinking.

Quinn became anxious. She hurried forward, grabbing Walter's arm and shaking her head at him. Walter stared at Quinn's frantic gaze, a strong hint of mockery curling his lips.

"What did you find?" Alexander suddenly asked.

Walter glared at Alexander. "Why should I tell you?"

Alexander raised his hand and pushed away Walter's dagger. "It's getting dark. Let's finish this quickly." Walter felt like he had punched into cotton as he angrily sheathed his knife and pulled Quinn over.

Quinn stumbled to stand in front of the tombstone, gazing at the photo on it. In contrast to the previous unfamiliarity, she now felt an indescribable emotion - a heavy sensation in her chest. Alexander watched the two figures walk away, fell silent, and walked away.

Alexander came to a nearby pavilion, leaned against a pillar, and thoughtfully lit a cigarette.

Walter cleared the weeds around the tombstone and wiped its surface. As he cleaned, he spoke softly, "Come stand here."

Quinn furrowed her brows, looking at Walter with confusion.

the weeds rather

to read? Look at the names on the

the

Mellon...

widened suddenly. She was forced to look closely at the man's photo, faintly sensing a familiar taste in

Quinn's breathing quickened slightly.

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'This is. Could

rose in Quinn's mind. Quinn suddenly

quietly organized things, his eyes

lose all strength, weakly sitting on the

family, the

one day and that she still had a home with loved ones waiting

that the people buried in the cemetery were actually her

home

"Originally, I wanted you to remember on your own, to see your regret, to