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 by

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

medicine later, she

time she took medicine, it was torture. She'd

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

back, trying

lie in his arms, holding

speak, didn't act

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

was always watching his expressions, sensibly acting spoiled within the limited

felt like they had returned to the

had her own

his head, cupped her face, and 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; she

and looked at him

so bitter,"

bear with it,"

"No, I won't drink

Quinn onto the

throwing a tantrum again, rolling back and forth

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

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