Love Unspoken

As she strolled along, Quinn couldn't help but glance southwest. The clouds over there looked even dark.

The light snow was turning into a full-on blizzard, and the grass was getting a white makeover.

When Quinn got back to where she left Alexander, she spotted him chilling on the stone slab from a distance. Guess Sean hadn't found him yet. She watched him from afar.

Alexander had his back to her, so he didn't see her coming.

His arm was resting on his knee, head hanging low, and he was already covered in a ton of snow. He was totally still.

Quinn walked up and called out, "Alexander."

He kept his head down, not even flinching. Quinn's face twisted a bit.

She reached out and poked his shoulder. To her shock, he just toppled over onto the stone slab.

Quinn was stunned.

She trembled as she checked his breath. Feeling the faint breath on her fingers, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

Quinn propped him up and grabbed an oxygen tank from the horse's back, sticking it on his nose.

But it didn't seem like he passed out from lack of oxygen; more like he was freezing or starving, or maybe both.

Quinn tried to lift him, but he was heavy as hell. She struggled for ages, almost passing out herself, but still couldn't get him onto the horse. She even dropped him on the ground twice.

For a moment, she was out of ideas. She plopped down next to Alexander, wiping snowflakes off her face.

"Why'd you run here? If you wanna die, can't you do it in Amber Bay?" she snapped.

Quinn couldn't tell if she was more pissed or upset.

Venting her frustration, she kept talking to herself, "You just had to die in front of me. You and Walter are the same. You really do seem like brothers."

"I must have the worst luck to be stuck with you guys," she grumbled.

No matter what she said, Alexander stayed unresponsive, lying there quietly. The horse nearby was munching on grass, totally chill.

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Quinn took off her coat and threw it on him in frustration. "Take care of yourself. It's not like I asked you to come here."

She kept muttering to herself. She was about to stand up and leave when suddenly her fingers were gripped.

Quinn froze and looked down, meeting Alexander's deep gaze.

She had no idea when he woke up.

"You're awake?" she asked, surprised.

Alexander didn't say a word, just stared at her.

Quinn bit her lip and tried to pull her hand back, but he held on tight. Even though he couldn't get up, he used all his strength to hold onto her.

Quinn's eyes flickered. She turned her head to avoid his gaze and yanked her hand back.

She stood up, walked quickly to the horse, put one foot in the stirrup, and couldn't help but look back at him.

He was still silently watching her, his deep eyes full of unspoken words, but he said nothing.

Quinn was quiet for a moment before saying, "Alexander, if I save you this time, can you go back to Amber Bay?" She continued, "Don't look for me anymore. Just pretend I'm really dead, like I don't exist. Can you do that?"

After she said this, Alexander closed his eyes and turned his head away, refusing to look at her.

His actions were like saying, "You might as well let me die here."

Quinn felt a lump in her throat. She angrily mounted the horse and snapped, "Then just die here!"

With that, she kicked the horse's belly and took off without looking back.

After she left, Alexander turned his face again, staring straight at her fading figure.

The snow was coming down hard, and her figure got more distant and blurry in the snow.

He forced his eyes open, and only when Quinn completely disappeared from his sight did he close his eyes weakly.