Love Unspoken

Feeling drained, Quinn dropped her hand and asked, "Who are you?"

Observing Quinn's tired gesture with her stiff fingers, Walter's mouth twitched into a slight smile that carried more chill than warmth.

"Who I am, you can think about it slowly."

Walter avoided answering Quinn's question, shifting his gaze to the tombstone.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Quinn observed Walter's profile intently, his short hair covering his cheeks and most of his face, revealing only his lips and nose from her perspective.

Quinn struggled to remember Walter's previous words.

Walter asserted that he had a debt to The Smiths family, hinting that he was not Quinn's brother.

But who was Walter really?

The more Quinn contemplated this, the more her head throbbed inexplicably.

She raised her hand to press against her head, tugging at her hair as she felt a sharp pain in her mind.

Trying to gather any information about Walter from this overwhelming pain, Quinn came up empty-handed. Her thoughts were jumbled, and she couldn't recall anything about Walter, only snippets related to Alexander. Despite the throbbing headache, Quinn reached out and grasped Walter's arm, her eyes filled with a pleading expression.

She was desperate to uncover Walter's identity and his significance to her.

With no family or parents left, Walter was likely her only living relative.

However, no matter how much Quinn begged, Walter remained unwilling to disclose any information.

Coldly pushing away Quinn's hand, Walter locked eyes with her and uttered, "I won't tell you. If you can't remember, that's your punishment."

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After his words, Walter picked up some flowers and placed them in front of a tombstone.

Quinn bit her lip, gazing at Walter with near despair.

Unable to remember, Walter despised Quinn and refused to acknowledge her, using this as a form of punishment.

Walter added, " Even if you soon forget everything that happened today, as Alexander said, remember that you have faced consequences for your actions."

"This punishment won't disappear with forgetfulness."

Walter took a white circular ring from his pocket and handed it to Quinn, instructing, "Make sure you don't lose it this time."

As Quinn attached the ring, her disheveled face was reflected on the screen.

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After obtaining the ring, Walter nonchalantly brought up, "In Sylvadora, there's a tradition where families commemorate their departed loved ones on Christmas Day. It's a day filled with festivities, and no matter where they are, even if they're off-planet, everyone returns home for that occasion. I recall the last time I returned home, the Smiths family was particularly jubilant."

Walter reminisced, seemingly chatting casually while his gaze drifted far away, fixed on the tombstone.

Walter described, "The old house was lively, like a bustling market. You were in a vibrant red princess dress with two fluffy buns on your head. The whole family was busy playing with you, making sure you didn't trip as you played with your toys."

"How happy you were. The entire family, just one girl, everyone cherished you."

Walter vividly painted the scene, "The old house was bustling with energy, akin to a lively market. You were dressed in a vibrant red princess gown, sporting two fluffy buns atop your head. The entire family was engrossed in ensuring you didn't stumble as you happily played with your toys."

"Are you living up to their care?"

Tears flowed down Quinn's face, dropping from the corners of her eyes onto Walter's fingertips.

"But you treat him as your lifeline, unable to live without him."

"Quinn, you deserve to die."