Love Unspoken

Confusion swarmed Quinn's mind, leaving her uncertain of how to navigate the labyrinth of divorce proceedings or secure the necessary certificate.

Emerging from her reverie, she found the divorce certificate already in her grasp. As she wrestled with her thoughts, Alexander had already made his departure, his car disappearing into the deluge without a backward glance.

She stared at the certificate clutched in her hand, the reality of it all feeling like an elusive dream. When she would awaken, Alexander would no longer be hers.

Rain cascaded from the heavens as she stood beneath the eaves, her gaze fixed on the relentless downpour. She was left behind, discarded without a second thought.

Quinn didn't shed a tear, not because she was incapable of crying. The surreal nature of the certificate she held made it difficult for her to discern dream from reality, leaving her emotionally paralyzed. Spotting a nearby chair, she made her way over and took a seat.

The biting wind whistled beneath the eaves, peppering her face with icy raindrops. The chill of winter seeped into her bones, a stark reminder of the season's arrival.

In Amber Bay, winter was a relentless season of ceaseless rain. She felt as though she had slumbered through a season, missing an entire winter.

More than just a winter, her heart echoed with the emptiness of all she had lost. She clutched the divorce certificate with a helpless grip, resembling a forsaken puppy.

She was at a loss, unsure of where to turn. A black Volkswagen pulled up beside her, and a man hurriedly emerged. "Quinn, why are you sitting here?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Quinn studied him with a blank expression, a vague sense of familiarity tugging at her.

She couldn't place his face. "I'm Soren. Do you remember me?" Soren asked, his tone laced with urgency. Soren studied her vacant expression, waving his hand in front of her eyes.

Her gaze remained distant and confused. "Don't you remember me?"Quinn stared at him for a moment longer before shaking her head slightly, indicating her lack of recognition. Soren sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead. "This is not good. How did her condition deteriorate so rapidly?"His words were lost on Quinn, who frowned in confusion.

Soren paced in front of her, muttering, "It must be the events of the past few days. The fasting, the wrist-cutting, her overwhelming sorrow... it's all exacerbated her condition.

She needs a medical examination."Quinn's gaze flickered. Was he referring to her?Fasting, wrist-cutting... why was she unaware?She glanced down at her wrist, the once pristine bandage now stained a vivid red. Upon pressing it, traces of blood stained her fingertips. As if seeking confirmation, she unwrapped the gauze, bracing herself against the pain.

A gruesome wound was revealed, flesh and skin torn apart, filled with powder that had been moistened by fresh blood, rendering it somewhat sticky. It was clear that a sharp weapon had inflicted the wound. Had she truly slashed her own wrist? Why would she do such a thing? Soren spun around to find her staring at her wound in a daze, prompting him to rush over and kneel before her. "Quinn, why did you remove the gauze? It could become infected," Soren cautioned, patting his pocket to find a roll of gauze. He took Quinn's hand and carefully rewrapped her wound. Soren looked up, his expression uneasy. He hesitated, unsure of where to begin. "Quinn, do you remember what illness you have?" Quinn shook her head; she couldn't recall.