Love Unspoken

Quinn shook her head, her voice trembling as she muttered, "I want to go home."

Alexander looked down, staying silent for what felt like forever.

She grabbed the corner of his shirt and gently tugged at it, her eyes pleading. "Didn't you say you'd take me home?"

He leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, but it felt like a vast distance separated them. He couldn't read her clear eyes, and she couldn't understand the depths of his.

"Didn't I tell you, once you get better, I'll take you back," Alexander replied.

Quinn stared at him, confused. "When will I be healthy enough to go home?"

"That's for the doctor to decide," Alexander said.

"But the doctor isn't here," Quinn shot back.

"Tomorrow, I'll have the doctor come and check on you, okay?" Alexander tried to soothe her.

Quinn nodded, hoping the doctor would say she was better.

Alexander took her hand and continued to wash off the paint.

Quinn quieted down, but the sadness lingered on her face.

so much. I've never been away this long

her clean up, Alexander helped her change into a fresh pair of clothes.

medicine later, she was no longer

torture. She'd drink half and spit out

she lay weakly in Alexander's arms, crying, "I never want to

her back, trying

lie in

back then, she couldn't speak, didn't act spoiled like this, and

but there was always an inequality between them. She

then, she was always watching his expressions, sensibly acting

had returned

had her own

Once you're better, you won't have to drink it anymore." Quinn had heard

and looked at him

it's so

bear with it,"

head. "No,

He pressed Quinn onto the bed.

back and forth on the

had a hood, and she grabbed it and put it on. Then she rolled around on the bed,

get out, she looked at Alexander,