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.

I've never

her change into a fresh pair of clothes. After dinner, she started to feel

bowl of medicine later, she was

she took medicine, it was torture. She'd drink half and spit

arms, crying, "I never

her back, trying to

was upset, she would also lie in his arms, holding onto him and refusing to let

she couldn't speak, didn't act

had relied on him, and they were seemingly close, but there was always an inequality between them.

then, she was always watching his expressions, sensibly acting spoiled

felt like they had returned to the past,

own

wiped away her tears, comforting, "Don't cry. Once you're better, you won't have to drink it anymore." Quinn had heard this many times before;

and looked

so bitter," she

bear with it," Alexander

"No, I won't drink

He pressed Quinn onto the bed. "Go to

and forth on

she rolled around on the bed, wrapping herself up in the blanket like a

she realized she couldn't get out, she looked at Alexander,