Love Unspoken

Alexander held Quinn's hand. She wanted to pull away but held back.

The night wind was cold, stinging her face. She wrapped her coat tighter.

It was Alexander's coat with a familiar scent.

They walked along the cobblestone path to a lone tombstone.

Under the streetlamp, Quinn saw a black-and-white photo on the tombstone. It was Juliet.

Quinn's eyes flickered, and she quickly broke free from Alexander, running over. All her fear vanished, replaced by deep sadness and guilt.

She slowly touched the photo, her nose stinging.

Juliet had given her warmth and courage when she was most helpless.

But she hadn't given Juliet a good ending.

Juliet's death was her fault.

Overwhelmed by sadness, Quinn's body swayed. She held onto the tombstone, slowly kneeling down.

If it weren't for her, Juliet might still be alive.

Alexander stood behind her, watching her thin, lonely figure. He lit a cigarette.

The night wind blew, rustling the flowers and grass.

This was the priciest cemetery in Amber Bay, with a good environment and a high price.

But what was the point? The dead couldn't see it.

It was just a way for the living to find comfort.

Quinn had many things to say, but when she opened her mouth, she only choked out, "I'm sorry."

She thought she shouldn't have reunited with Juliet or craved her warmth.

She thought it was all her fault Juliet didn't have a good end.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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Quinn's back slowly bent until she was almost lying prostrate in front of the tombstone, as if she was repenting.

Alexander threw his cigarette to the ground, walked over to Quinn, squatted down, and grabbed her arm to help her up.

He comforted her, "The dead can't come back. Don't be sad."

Quinn's eyes reddened, and she slowly turned to look at him.

The dim streetlight cast a glow over the two of them, making Alexander's usually stern face appear softer, as if a gentle filter had smoothed out his sharp features.

For a moment, Quinn seemed to see him as he was ten years ago.

"Alexander," Quinn called hoarsely, her voice light and distant.

"Have you ever been sad?" Quinn stared at him. "Do you know what sadness is?"

Although she had known him for twenty years, Quinn suddenly realized she had never seen Alexander show sadness.

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Alexander looked at her too. Their eyes met, and silence hung between them.

Quinn broke the stillness. "When your father died, were you sad?"

She pressed on, "When Valerie and her two young children died, did you feel even a moment of pity?"

"And those innocent lives crushed under Abigail's car, do you ever think about their shattered families?" "And those stray animals Orion adopted, what did they do wrong?"

"When Grandma Taylor died," Quinn listed his sins, her voice trembling, "did you think about how I would feel?"

She weakly accused him, "You knew how important Grandma Taylor was to me."

Alexander quietly squatted in front of her, saying nothing and showing no emotion.

It was as if everything Quinn said had nothing to do with him, and he was just a silent listener.

Quinn rolled up her sleeve, revealing faint scars on her wrist. There were also bite marks from a dog on her leg.