Love Unspoken

Alexander's eyes lit up, and he made a beeline for the crematorium.

Kyle barked at his crew to follow, and they barged into the funeral home like they owned the place.

The funeral home was pretty much deserted; it had this creepy, cold vibe. The air was icy, the lights were dim, and those green signs just made it all the more spooky.

The place was huge, with a separate spot for storing bodies and another for cremation, so you had to walk a bit to get between them.

Next door, someone was having a funeral. The sad cries and prayers floated through the air, making the whole place reek of death.

Kyle glanced at Alexander and saw his face was colder than a popsicle. If Quinn was in the morgue, she'd freeze solid if she wasn't already dead.

He couldn't wrap his head around why Alexander was so hung up on a dead body.

Since Quinn was already gone, this was just part of the process.

Alexander rushed to the cremation room, and as soon as he got in, he saw a bunch of bodyguards sprawled out on the floor.

By the furnace, the conveyor belt was slowly moving, pushing a familiar figure inside. The flames in the furnace made the whole room glow like hell.

"Quinn," Alexander shouted.

He lunged for the body without thinking.

Just like all those times Quinn had fallen off cliffs, he rushed forward without a second thought, his body moving faster than his brain.

But before he could reach her, Kyle grabbed him tight.

"Mr. Kennedy, chill out!" Kyle held him back. If Alexander wasn't hurt, Kyle knew he wouldn't stand a chance.

Because of Kyle's grip, Alexander couldn't even touch the body's clothes and had to watch as the flames swallowed it.

"Kyle, let me go!" Alexander yelled, trying to break free.

"Mr. Kennedy!" Kyle shouted, holding on for dear life.

"She's not dead. I gotta save her. Let me go!"

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Alexander lost it completely, shoving Kyle away with all his might.

Kyle stumbled but then rushed back to hold him again, shouting, "Mr. Kennedy! Quinn's already in there. Even if she wasn't dead, she is now!"

Alexander stood there, stunned, his eyes locked on the blazing fire. He forgot to move.

It wasn't until the furnace lid started closing that he snapped out of it. He pushed Kyle away and rushed forward, trying to open the lid. "Quinn, Quinn!"

He called out her name, frantically pushing the lid like a lost kid. When he couldn't open it, he started searching for the switch. Kyle watched from the side, his eyes tearing up.

After a while, Alexander came back, grabbing Kyle's shoulders and shaking. He roared, "Quick, open the lid. Quinn's still in there."

Kyle looked at him with a complicated expression.

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! Alexander let go of Kyle and turned to the bodyguards, shouting, "Open the lid, do you hear me? Hurry up!"

As he shouted the last sentence, his eyes turned red. He grabbed a bodyguard and threw him towards the furnace. "Open it!"

The bodyguards looked at each other, thinking he had lost it.

They all kept their heads down, not daring to move. They were scared that if they opened the lid, Alexander might jump in.

He seemed like a wild animal, grabbing and throwing several bodyguards.

It was unclear whether he wanted them to open the furnace or join Quinn in death.

"Open it! Open it for me!" His voice was hoarse as he grabbed a bodyguard by the collar, almost begging, "Save her."NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

The bodyguard kept his head down, not daring to move.

The room fell silent, with only the sound of the firewood burning in the furnace.