Love Unspoken

With a sigh of disappointment, Quinn picked up a pen and wrote down, "Soren is a good person." Beneath that, she added the recent fact of her divorce from Alexander and her current address. Soren had insisted these details were important. The act of writing down her divorce was a symbolic barrier, a deterrent to keep her from seeking out Alexander again.

He no longer harbored any affection for her, and her presence would only serve to exacerbate his irritation.In her heart, Quinn couldn't help but wonder if her recent behavior was to blame. Perhaps her cooking had lost its flavor, or her housekeeping had slipped. Whatever the cause, Alexander's love for her had evaporated.

She understood all too well how easily people could discard those they no longer loved, often without a clear reason.Soren, ever the caregiver, advised her, "Since you're living here now, unless it's urgent, you should stay in."

His concern for Quinn was palpable. He feared that she might wander off one day and lose her way home. With this thought in mind, he retrieved a sticky note from his medical kit and penned a label to affix to the door.

It would serve as a reminder each time she ventured to open it. He wrote another note and placed it on her bedside table, ensuring it would be the first thing she saw upon waking. He even labeled the refrigerator and the kitchen, reminders of all the little things she needed to remember.

No detail was overlooked. Once he had finished his meticulous labeling, Soren double-checked his work, satisfied that he had covered everything. He then turned to Quinn and said, "Alright, don't forget to take your medicine. But even if I tell you, you won't remember.

Just look at the sticky note on the bedside when you wake up in the morning."Snapping back to reality, Quinn nodded her understanding and gestured her thanks."Well, I have to go to work. Take a good rest. I'll come to see you after I finish my shift."Quinn nodded again.

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After Soren finished his instructions, he opened the door to leave, only to find a figure standing at the entrance.

The man was dressed in a dark red suit, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door. His slightly curly short hair, dampened by the rain, hung down, adding to his mysterious aura. For a moment, Soren couldn't discern the man's gender. Judging by his height, he tentatively addressed him, "Sir, who are you looking for?"The man turned his head, looked at Soren, and smiled slightly. "I'm looking for Quinn." "And you are?"

Soren inquired. The man extended his hand and offered a light smile, "Hello, Soren. I'm Walter."Recognition dawned on Soren.

Walter was a member of the Kennedys, a regular at social events. He often ranked within the top three on online lists of attractive men. The validity of these rankings, determined by an app, was dubious at best.

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However, seeing Walter in person, Soren found himself believing in the so-called ranking. Regaining his composure, Soren quickly said, "So you're Mr. Walter. It's great to see you here. I won't disturb you then. Goodbye."Walter offered a slight nod as he watched Soren depart.

He then stepped into the room, the light dimming as the door closed behind him.Inside, Quinn stood frozen, her gaze locked on Walter, her mind struggling to comprehend his sudden appearance. Walter's eyes scanned the room, landing on the sticky note on the door.

He walked over to the refrigerator, plucked the note from its surface, and gave it a cursory glance before turning his attention back to Quinn.He moved closer to Quinn, his hand reaching out to touch her face. Quinn instinctively recoiled, stepping back.A chuckle escaped Walter's lips as he withdrew his hand.

He bent down to meet Quinn's gaze, studying her for a moment before asking, "Do you really have Alzheimer's?" His words were accompanied by another smile. "He actually got divorced," he mused, seemingly to himself, as he took a step closer to Quinn.

Quinn retreated a step, and he deliberately advanced.Quinn continued to back away until she found herself cornered, her back pressed against the wall. Walter reached out, his hand closing around Quinn's chin. "How dare you forget everything?" His voice was light, almost casual, but laced with an undercurrent of danger. "Quinn, you deserve to die."