Love Unspoken

Alexander remained silent for a long time before finally whispering, "You got your memory back?"

Quinn looked away, avoiding his eyes.

Her silence was answer enough.

Alexander half-closed his eyes and turned his gaze elsewhere too.

The silence between them deepened, and even the birds overhead stopped chirping.

It was quieter than when he was unconscious, as if even the air was holding its breath.

After what felt like forever, Alexander looked at her again. "How much do you remember?"

Quinn pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Alexander slowly reached out, trying to take her hand. But before he could touch her, she pulled away.

"You all lied to me," Quinn finally said.

Alexander was taken aback, looking at her sharply.

She lowered her eyes, tears welling up. She stared at her hands as tears fell onto them.

Alexander opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.

A cool breeze blew, lifting the strands of hair by her ear.

Suddenly, she stood up and walked away unsteadily.

Alexander watched her go, wanting to get up and follow. But as soon as he moved, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he sat back down weakly.

He clutched his chest, staring at her retreating figure, pain flashing across his face.

Quinn picked up a stick, using it to steady herself as she walked away.

The light over there was so bright, and in a daze, Alexander saw her walking further into it.

It was like Quinn disappeared into the light.

Alexander closed his eyes, leaning against the tree trunk, a bitter smile on his lips.

After a while, he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Leaning against the tree, he lit a cigarette.

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The light filtered through the canopy, thin wisps of smoke rising, intertwining with the light, like the smoke was dancing.

Suddenly, he heard light footsteps approaching and turned his head.

It was Quinn, coming back.

His fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly.

Quinn sat down in front of him, spreading out the hem of her clothes and revealing a handful of berries.

Alexander looked at her in shock.

She took out a few and handed them to him.

Alexander slowly reached out, taking the berries from her hand, and looked up at her again.

These were the same berries they had eaten when they were stranded on that deserted island.

Alexander smiled bitterly. "So, you really do remember."

Quinn knelt in front of him and stared at him intently. She then habitually raised her hand to use sign language.

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Alexander's eyes flickered. "What do you mean?"

She signed, "I remember a group of people burst into our house on my grandpa's birthday when I was still five."

Alexander's fingers gripping the berries tightened.

Quinn continued signing, "They had guns and shot at everyone they saw. My mom held me, hiding everywhere, but she was still shot through the heart."

As she recalled those memories, tears streamed down her face.

Her fingers stiffened, making it hard to continue signing. It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, making it hard to breathe.

She choked out, struggling to speak, "She hid me in her arms, saving me from harm."

Her speech was not fluent, often pausing due to the pain, her voice trembling.

Every word she spoke added a layer of sadness to her face.

"Someone pushed my mom away, and I saw him."

Alexander listened quietly until this sentence, then he asked, "Who was it?"