Love Unspoken

Alexander's gaze was fixed intently on Quinn, a penetrating stare that drew her attention upwards to meet his eyes.

In his gaze, she detected a hint of puzzlement, an expression she couldn't quite decipher.

Nonetheless, she offered him a gentle smile in response, her lips curling up slightly at the corners. Without warning, Alexander closed the distance between them, leaning in as if attempting to decipher a secret etched on Quinn's face. In response, Quinn pursed her lips and tenderly raised her hand to caress his cheek. She gestured towards him, her voice soft yet firm, "I've caught a cold, I wouldn't want you to fall ill."Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Unfazed, Alexander replied, his voice a low murmur, "I'm not afraid." His eyes remained fixed on her, unwavering in their intensity.

In a swift movement, Quinn leaned in and planted a quick peck on his cheek, as light as a dragonfly's touch, before retreating.

Alexander's lips pressed into a tight, straight line. He reached out, his hand enveloping hers, yet he remained silent, his gaze burrowing into her eyes.

With an air of confidence and without a trace of fear, Quinn met his gaze. Her eyes were clear and unguarded, devoid of the panic or alienation that had plagued her earlier that day.

It was as if they had been transported back to a time long past, and this was the source of Alexander's bewilderment.

Was Quinn capable of acting? The answer was a resounding no; the sincerity of her expressions was transparent, impossible to fake.After a moment of silence, Alexander leaned in once more, seeking her lips. As their lips met, Quinn closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.

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However, Alexander pulled away, suggesting that she should retire early for the night.As Quinn lay in bed, she watched Alexander retreat from the room. Just as he was about to close the door, his gaze lingered on Quinn, who lay quietly in bed, her hands tucked under her cheek, watching him intently.

A flicker of something unidentifiable passed through his eyes before he finally closed the door.As the medicine took effect, Quinn's eyelids grew heavy, surrendering to the pull of sleep.In the dead of night, she awoke abruptly, her gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling.

A realization hit her - Abigail had left for abroad. She had departed from Amber Bay a month ago, a scheme orchestrated by Walter with Alexander's silent approval. How could she have forgotten such a crucial detail?... The following morning, Alexander was nowhere to be found.

After waiting for the rain to cease, Quinn sent Alexander a text, informing him that she was heading to the hospital as her fever had worsened.

Shortly after, Doctor Hughes arrived."Quinn, are you still running a fever? Let me examine you," he said, setting down his medical bag and reaching out to check her pulse.

Quinn pulled her hand away and began typing on her phone for him to read: [Doctor Hughes, why do I keep forgetting things and then remember them later?]She had indeed experienced memory lapses before, but they were minor and hadn't concerned her once she remembered them. It was only during a recent conversation with Abigail that she was reminded of this significant detail she had overlooked.

Upon reading Quinn's message, Dr. Hughes' expression turned grave.He stared at Quinn for a long moment before asking, "Are the memories you're forgetting random, or are they more recent events?"

Quinn shook her head and typed in response: [I'm not sure, some things come and go; I haven't really been paying attention.] Dr. Hughes fell silent for a moment, then suggested, "Keep an eye on it over the next couple of days. Write down anything that comes back to you. We need to see if the pattern is random or if it's the recent stuff."

Quinn typed again: [Does it make a difference?]Dr. Hughes explained, "If it's random, it could be due to some form of brain damage causing intermittent amnesia. But if it's the recent memories..."Quinn watched him intently, waiting for him to continue.After a moment of hesitation, Dr. Hughes finally braced himself to say, "If it's recent, it could very well be..."Quinn held her breath in anticipation."Alzheimer's disease."