Love Unspoken

With a sense of urgency, Quinn flung open the car door, slid gracefully into the seat, and promptly secured her seatbelt. Without uttering a single word, Alexander engaged the car in reverse and they were soon on their way.

The rain had ceased its relentless downpour, yet the sky remained a gloomy canvas of overcast clouds. Quinn had spent the entirety of the evening within the confines of the hotel, a chill seeping into her very bones.

A breeze, laced with the faint scent of alcohol, wafted through the car window, causing Quinn's heart to flutter with worry. He had been drinking and was now at the wheel. Fear kept her silent, her eyes darting towards him before returning to the sting of the wind on her cheeks.

With a quiet determination, she extended a slender finger to close the window, effectively banishing the intrusive cold air.

Their journey concluded at Thunderbird Canyon. As Alexander parked the car, Quinn turned towards him, her hand reaching out to tug at his sleeve.

His gaze met hers in a silent exchange, the chill between them almost tangible.

"Do you want to take a shower? I'll run the bath for you," she suggested through a series of gestures.

Alexander responded with silence, his gaze shifting away. He retrieved a cigarette, lighting it up, and spoke in a tone devoid of any hint of joy, "Is it that you're only willing to listen to someone else, not my words?" Quinn was taken aback. She shook her head, attempting to communicate through gestures, but he paid her no mind.

She studied his profile, sensing his unease, and struggled to form the words, "No... I... I'm... worried..."

He listened then, in silence. Whether he understood her concerns remained a mystery.

After discarding the remnants of his cigarette, he glanced at her and finally spoke. "Do you remember I told you that you only need to listen to me and Kyle? Nobody else's words should matter to you." Quinn shook her head. She couldn't recall.

She truly couldn't recall.

Alexander responded with a laugh, tinged with a hint of self-mockery.

"Anyway, you won't remember whatever I say. You only hold onto what other people tell you."

Quinn's gaze wavered. She reached out to tug at his sleeve again, only to be met with indifference.

She wanted to tell him that it wasn't a matter of not wanting to remember; it was that she simply couldn't... She'd forgotten too much.

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She wanted to explain that her memory was slowly fading, particularly the minute details, which were becoming increasingly elusive.

The things she once remembered so vividly now randomly flitted in and out of her mind.

She despised this condition, but she was powerless to alter it...

She didn't want to forget.

The one thing she couldn't forget was her concern for him.

It was a memory deeply etched into her subconscious; even if she forgot everything else, her love for him remained steadfast.

Alexander, however, seemed uninterested in further communication; he opened the car door, exited the vehicle, and retreated into the house alone.

As she watched his retreating figure in the rearview mirror, Quinn felt a burning sensation in her eyes, tears spilling uncontrollably.

Wiping away her tears, she hastily exited the car, rushing into the storage room to resume her search.

Eventually, she found herself seated on the floor, utterly exhausted.

She couldn't even remember where she had placed that notebook.

Quinn remained seated on the cold ground for a while, before rising with renewed determination. She continued her meticulous search in the storage room until she discovered a small box tucked away in a corner. Carrying the box to the doorway, she peered inside by the light filtering in from outside, revealing a pile of fragmented pieces.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she extracted the scraps of paper, attempting to decipher the writing, but they were too torn to make out anything.

Clutching the paper box, she felt a lump forming in her throat, a sense of helplessness washing over her.

She had forgotten who had torn them up.

When Alexander emerged from the bathroom, he was greeted by the soft sound of her sobs.