Love Unspoken

Quinn was seated on the couch, her complexion as pale as a specter under the harsh overhead lights. Alexander was behind her, gently drying her hair with a towel.

Her gaze was vacant, lost in the void of space, as Alexander's eyes bore down on her. He remained silent. He didn't inquire about the events that had transpired at the Kennedy Residence.

It was unclear whether he had surmised the situation and chose not to probe, or if he simply lacked interest in her ordeal.

His silence echoed their past encounters when she had needed him. There was no concern for her wellbeing, no queries about her pain. 'But then again, how could a dummy feel pain?' She mocked herself internally.

After drying her hair, Alexander continued to run the hairdryer, ensuring her ebony locks were completely dry. Throughout this process, she remained stationary, not moving an inch from her initial position. Her lush, dark hair framed her face, highlighting her pallor.

It was as if she could dissolve into nothingness at any given moment.Alexander stood behind her, enveloped in silence. Both of them were lost in their individual reveries. The tranquility was abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of a phone. It was Alexander's cell. He set down the hairdryer, retrieved the phone from his pocket, and moved aside to answer the call.Quinn's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

She turned her head to glance at Alexander, who was engaged in a serious conversation. Redirecting her gaze, she looked down at her abdomen, lightly tracing it with her fingertips. Like her, the unborn child she had carried was unwanted. Quinn closed her eyes. No tears fell. Perhaps she had none left to shed. Tears could signify sorrow but not the depth of despair.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

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Despair was a state beyond expression.Alexander concluded his call and gently ruffled Quinn's hair. "Get some rest. I have to step out," he murmured.Quinn looked up abruptly, her pallid face breaking into a tentative smile. She nodded in acquiescence.

Alexander's brow furrowed slightly. Without uttering another word, he turned and began to walk away. After a few steps, he paused and glanced back at Quinn. "Next time she calls you, ring me," he instructed before resuming his departure. His words stung, and as she watched the stern lines of his face, a wave of suffocating sadness washed over her. 'Will there be a next time? It seems unlikely.' She pondered.Alexander exited without uttering another word, leaving Quinn to stare at his retreating figure until her smile gradually faded.

Unaware of his destination, she curled up on the couch in the vast, desolate villa, a lone sentinel in the fortress of solitude.It wasn't long before she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, a cruel reminder of life gradually ebbing away from her body, once again. This was the second time. She seemed incapable of safeguarding those innocent lives.

Gathering her strength, Quinn managed to rise from the couch, staggering towards the medicine cabinet in search of painkillers. Her hands, shaking uncontrollably, struggled with the bottle cap until pills scattered across the floor. She dropped to her knees, collecting the pills one by one as sweat dripped onto her palms, dampening the pills.She forced the moist pills into her mouth, swallowing them whole. Whether it was the bitterness of the medication or the intensity of her pain, a sour tightness welled up in her chest.

Quinn collapsed on the floor, her sobs echoing through the villa as she lay on the cold, hard ground. In the silence of the expansive villa, only the steady rhythm of rain tapping against the glass was audible.Time passed before Quinn, gasping for breath, managed to pull herself up from the floor. Her eyes landed on a paring knife not far away.

She shuffled towards the paring knife on the counter, gripping it numbly. The blade caught the light, casting reflections across her face. As she stared blankly at the gleaming metal, it seemed to flicker with countless scenes.