Love Unspoken

When she fell onto someone, she tried to get up but as she lifted her gaze, she saw a familiar face.

"Alexander." Getty was both surprised and delighted, staring at Alexander's face repeatedly.

Alexander was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, clearly unconscious.

Cradling his face, Getty called out his name several times, yet he showed no sign of rousing.

She climbed off Alexander and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up.

However, Getty's strength was indeed too feeble, her efforts proving futile as she struggled to move him. The sense of helplessness drove her cry even more desperately.

Getty knelt on the ground in despair, crying out hoarsely into the void beneath her.

"Help!"

"Somebody, help!"

"Alexander, wake up, please wake up."

"Alexander."

Alexander, crying

I do

once before, Getty realized that death didn't

even thought that dying with Alexander wasn't a bad

what if

be her

crazier she became. This thought clung to her like a parasite,

are you here?" Alexander

crying halted, and she stiffly lifted her head from Alexander's embrace, a flash of joy glimmering

Alexander up; He had

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"Alexander, you're awake?"

his eyes, pausing for

opened his eyes again and said, "Go. Don't worry

barely audible

and continued to

falling again, "I'll take you out,

moment of silence, Alexander supported himself

expression brightened as she looped his arm around her shoulder, supporting him step by