Love Unspoken

Quinn sobbed uncontrollably, unable to defend herself.

Walter declared that Quinn deserved to die, that she should die. In that moment, Quinn even questioned her worthiness to live. As Walter observed Quinn on the ground, weeping inconsolably, a cruel smirk danced across his lips. Alexander, who had managed to approach them, stooped down to lift Quinn up from the ground. With a subtle frown on his face, he turned to Walter, appearing displeased that Walter had caused Quinn to cry. Alexander shouted, "Are you crazy?"

Walter shrugged, appearing indifferent. "I didn't say anything. Besides, she'll forget soon. It's not important."

With that, Walter turned and departed from the cemetery. As the sky darkened, Walter's silhouette flickered in and out amidst the gravestones, until finally fading away.

Quinn lay in Alexander's arms, tears streaming down her face. Just moments ago, she was joyfully dancing in a field of flowers. In an instant, she became an orphan, completely alone in the world. Now, the only thing Quinn had left was Alexander.

Quinn held onto Alexander tightly, as if he were her only hope. If he were to ever leave her, Quinn felt that she would have nothing left.

Every memory she held dear centered around him, making Alexander her entire world. As he comforted her by stroking her back and reassuring her, "Stop crying, I'm still here."

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes as she gazed at Alexander.

he gently held her face and whispered, "No, as long as you

nodded eagerly, gesturing with her fingers, "I'll behave and follow your instructions. I'll

face, her fingers moving frantically as if trying to reassure herself

of any hesitation, worried that Alexander might not trust her. Alexander's hand gently caressed Quinn's cheek before

and caught a hint of gardenias on his clothing. The erratic beating of her

long time before

hand in hand as they departed the cemetery. Overgrown with weeds, much like the mansion, the cemetery had only a few rows of tombstones peeking out from the

away, the cemetery fell back into its quiet stillness. The tombstones stood

Alexander handed

drank a few sips before

not the one where Alexander had been staying, but the

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Christmas Day at home when the General brought him to the hospital. He looked

did was to have Quinn