Love Unspoken

Alexander held her close, her voice as soft as a whisper in the wind. He lowered his head, resting his face on hers.

He stayed quiet.

Quinn shut her eyes, too drained to talk. The cold wind brushed her cheeks, and she sighed inside, 'Feels like winter for real.'

The snow was easing up, floating around like mist. Soon, only the chill in the air was left.

Quinn weakly said, "Alexander, I wish we never met."

Alexander paused, then straightened up, looking down at her.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

"I've regretted it for a long time. Ever since we got married," Quinn said, opening her eyes to meet his.

His face was tense, his deep eyes locked on hers.

Quinn said, "Every night I spent alone, I regretted it. I regretted meeting you. I regretted being so stupidly in love with you."

"Stop talking," Alexander cut her off, not letting her continue.

Quinn acted like she didn't hear him, going on, "You always acted like you didn't get it, like you didn't know."Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Alexander's lips twisted into a bitter smile.

Quinn also tried to smile. Saying this stuff now felt pointless.

He seemed too tired to even explain.

Quinn whispered, "I'm tired. I wanna sleep for a bit."

Alexander raised his hand, gently brushing her hair from her face. "Can you sleep when we get back?" he asked softly.

Quinn shook her head slightly. She couldn't hold on any longer; her eyelids were getting heavier.

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He paused, cupped her face, and softly called, "Quinn."

His voice was getting blurry. Quinn couldn't hear clearly as sleepiness took over. She struggled to stay awake, raising her hand with difficulty to touch his face.

But she had no strength. As her hand fell, Alexander caught it, placing it on his face.

His cheek was cold, but there was a bit of warmth.

In a daze, she remembered when she was young, she couldn't resist touching his face while he slept.

When he woke up and caught her, she quickly pulled her hand back, but he grabbed it and placed it back.

Quinn remembered it was a sunny afternoon. He smiled at her, his deep eyes reflecting the bright light.

Quinn smiled slightly.

It seemed that in every memory, he was always so captivating. He was like a scene from a movie, etched in her mind.

But memories were just memories. As time passed, she could never find him in her memory.

She closed her eyes, and her frail hand slipped from his grasp.

Alexander grabbed her hand, placing it back on his face.

"Quinn?"

His voice seemed frozen by the cold, carrying a slight tremor.

"Quinn."

The snow had stopped, and even the air was quiet.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the snowflakes on the ground. They struggled briefly before settling back down. Everything was white.