Love Unspoken

The sound was not particularly loud, but it was sufficient to startle them both. Quinn found herself watching as Alexander made his entrance, his weariness evident in every step. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, the man she had once yearned for. Now, however, his mere presence made it difficult for her to draw breath. A shortened life was, after all, what she desired most, a means to escape her daily torment.

The doctor, feeling a pang of guilt, wondered if Alexander had overheard his earlier warning. He rose awkwardly from his seat, addressing the newcomer, "Mr. Kennedy." Alexander's approach brought with it a palpable chill. He took a seat beside Quinn, asking, "How is she?"

"The fever has subsided. If it doesn't return tonight, she should be fine," the doctor informed him.

Alexander gave a nod of acknowledgment, "You may leave us."

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The silence that followed was thick, heavy. Quinn found herself staring at Alexander, her heart heavy with suppressed emotions that weighed on her like a stone. Alexander glanced down at her, reaching out to touch her forehead. Quinn, however, turned her head away.

His gaze darkened, but he persisted, placing his cool hand on her forehead. His touch was not icy, but it held the coolness of marble. "Quinn," he murmured softly.

She stiffened, her lips pressed together, refusing to meet his gaze.

Alexander gently cupped her face, turning it toward him, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way last night. Can you forgive me?"

Quinn bit her lip, lifting her gaze to meet his. There was an uncharacteristic gentleness in his eyes, a reminder of better times. But it was just an illusion. It wouldn't be long before he reverted to his cold, ferocious self. He was merely trying to coax his pet, which had nearly slipped from his control, back into his arms.

Alexander's hand slipped under the covers, gripping hers, as he whispered soothingly, "Whatever happened between you and him over these past three days, I won't ask about it again."

"But whatever he did to you, I'll make him pay, piece by piece, okay?"

Quinn's lips pursed, her eyes flickering, attempting to read something, anything, in his face. But he was too good at hiding. She couldn't discern a thing.

"Come on, don't be angry, okay?" He pinched her hand gently, leaning in to caress her cheek.

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His gentleness always had a way of making her heart surrender. She was so easily mollified a few words from him could have her wagging her tail back into his favor. He had a firm grip on her, always. Because he was an expert at kindling the illusion that he loved her.

As she looked into his seemingly sincere eyes, all the grievances and resentments that had been building up inside her burst forth, and she began to sob, her shoulders shaking.

With a gesture of her hand, she asked, "Why... why didn't you come to save me?"

Alexander watched her hand, and suddenly, he fell silent.

Quinn held out her hand, realizing she didn't need to ask any more questions. His silence was the loudest answer.

Slowly, her hand dropped, and disappointment crept into her eyes. The heaviness in her heart pressed down, sinking swiftly into the abyss.

Yet, Alexander took her hand and sighed softly, uttering three words, "I'm sorry."

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'As if upon hearing them, I would be petty and narrow-minded if I don't move past it.'

Quinn withdrew her hand, signaling, "I'm tired."

Her movement rendered Alexander silent.

He looked at her with a complex expression, and after a moment, he said, "Eat something before you sleep."

Quinn shook her head and covered herself up with the blanket.

Alexander wasn't asking her. He stood up, left the bedroom, and, within twenty minutes, returned with a bowl of porridge.

He uncovered Quinn's head from the blankets, "Come on, eat up."

Still, Quinn shook her head.