Love Unspoken

Quinn shut her eyes, suppressing the bitterness and sadness. When she opened them again, only detachment and hatred remained. Hatred even Alexander had never seen before.

His eyes flickered, and he tried to speak, but no words came out.

Footsteps approached.

It was Kyle and Walter.

"Mr. Kennedy!" Kyle's face lit up as he rushed over. "It is great to see you're okay."

But then he sensed something was off.

His eyes darted between Quinn and Alexander, feeling the tension.

Walter locked his gaze onto Quinn's face. As he noticed her expression, his eyes changed slightly.

Alexander stared at Quinn for a long moment before looking away. He pushed himself off the ground and walked away without a word.

Kyle glanced at Alexander's unsteady back, then at Quinn, who sat dazed on the ground. He hesitated, then stepped forward to help her up. Quinn pushed his hand away.

Kyle was stunned. "Quinn."

Walter patted his shoulder. "You go. I'll take care of her."

Kyle thought for a moment and decided to follow Alexander, who seemed more seriously injured.

As they left, the forest fell silent again.

Walter stood in front of Quinn, watching her quietly.

After a long time, she finally looked up at him.

Her eyes were red, and tears streamed down her face when she saw Walter.

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse, and called his name.

"Lucas."

Walter stiffened. He looked into her eyes for a long time.

A breeze blew, lifting the corner of his suit and making the loose strands of hair around his ears flutter.

He slowly squatted down in front of her.

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He looked at her seriously, without any hint of a smile. His expression was different from the false masks he usually wore.

His eyes showed genuine emotions-surprise, excitement, and a bit of nervousness.

"You recalled everything?" Walter asked.

Quinn grabbed his wrist, pressing his hand against her face.

She stared into his eyes and said, word by word, "Hit me."

Walter's eyes flickered. His fingers trembled as they touched her skin.

"I deserve it. I deserve to die. I was wrong." She clutched Walter's wrist tightly, crying her heart out.

"Quinn." Walter wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

She knelt on the ground and cried harder. Gradually, her cries became hoarse and desperate.

If Walter hadn't been holding her, she might have collapsed.

Even the birds on the branches were startled by her cries, flapping their wings and flying away. They shook the dew from the trees, which fell on the two of them.

Walter pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and patting her back without saying a word.

Quinn cried uncontrollably in his arms, releasing all the grievances and pain she had endured over the years.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Walter looked at the trees in the distance, his expression complex.

'She has every reason to be sad.'

'She should have had a happy family, growing up with the love from her family. Instead, she ended up with a broken home, living in someone else's house and suffering humiliation.' 'They caused her suffering and then offered her salvation. As a result, she treated her enemies like gods. The person she loved for so many years is a misplaced affection.'

'And originally, she shouldn't have had to endure any of this.' Walter couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

It was unclear how much time had passed before Quinn gradually quieted down.

The dark red fabric on Walter's chest was soaked with her tears, turning a deep black.

She slowly lifted her head, looking at him with sorrow.

"Lucas, can you take me away from here?"

"I want to go home."

"Lucas, take me home."