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Love Unspoken

Alexander brushed off Quinn’s hand and stood up. “No need.”

With that, he walked towards the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water rang out.

Quinn sighed in relief, touching her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by panic, thinking, ‘My period can’t last for ten months! What should I

do?

The wave of panic yanked her back from the gentle quagmire, jolting her mind into clarity.

After nearly twenty minutes, Alexander came out of the bathroom. “It’s already ten o’clock,” he said. “Time for you to go to bed.”

Quinn looked up. Before she could raise her hand, he had already bent down and picked her

That night, she lay awake until midnight, not knowing when she finally drifted off.

up.

In the morning, she was awakened by the ringing of her phone. Drowsily, she reached for her phone, and the second she picked it up, she heard Abigail’s voice.

“Quinn, check your messages,” Abigail said and then hung up.

Quinn unlocked her screen, clicked on the messages, and found a video sent by Abigail.

It was a painting Abigail had drawn of her. In it she sat by the window, looking out at the sky. The sun fell in her clear eyes, which sparkled yet held a sadness beyond her years.

And there was another video.

In this video, a white cat sat on the windowsill, looking outside in the same pose. In the latter part of the video, the cat became the painting of her.

It was as if the cat had suddenly turned into her, with a seamless transition that made it seem like she

was the cat. Their expressions were identical.

She clicked the voice messages from Abigail.

Abigail said, “Honey, you’re famous. You know that? I’ve got over two million likes for the videos already!”

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Quinn: [Abigail, what’s going on?]

Soon, Abigail called her and explained, “You know I often upload videos of my drawings online, right? AProperty belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

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lot et people found my account and asked if you were real. I posted your photo to convince them, but they still didn’t believe me. You have a minute now? (I go to you to take a video!!

Quinn was stunned

Abigail continued, ‘Is Alexander home? If he is, I won’t come. If not, tap the screen twice, and I’ll be

right over.”

Quinn looked around and found herself alone in the bedroom. Then she came to the living room, and still, Alexander was nowhere to be seen. After confirming that he was not at home, she double-tapped

the screen.

Abigail laughed upon receiving Quinn’s response. “Give me twenty minutes!”

In less than twenty minutes, Quinn heard the sound of a motorcycle outside and quickly ran out of the

villa.

Abigail sped towards Quinn and then stopped the motorcycle neatly at the door. She took off her helmet, shaking her short, flowing hair, her cool demeanor remaining unaffected by the bandages

around her forehead.

“Quinn!” She ran over, grabbed Quinn’s hard, and walked inside.

While walking, she took out her phone and showed Quinn the videos. “Look! These are all the paintings I did of you. Someone even offered to buy them. You’re about to become an internet celebrity!!

Puzzled, Quinn looked at her and signed, “Does becoming an internet celebrity make a difference?”

Abigail said, “Of course! You can make money!”

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