Love Unspoken

"Why you always gotta call him a jerk? Just the other day, Quinn was talking about wanting to see snow. Next thing you know, he drops nearly a billion bucks to make it snow over half of Amber Bay." Abigail scoffed, "What's the point now? Too little, too late. Why didn't he do this sooner?"

She added, "And won't this whole snow thing mess up traffic and screw with the environment?"

Oliver shot back, "Nah, it won't hurt the environment. Weather modification's a natural process. No new chemicals or anything. The snow's just like the real deal, totally harmless." Abigail rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, keep defending him. You think a little snow's gonna make Quinn like him more?"

Oliver just shook his head. Abigail's beef with Alexander ran deep; no matter what he did, she'd never be cool with it. So, he dropped it.

He switched gears, "Just eat your food. Quinn might not be at Regal Riverside today, so just chill at the hospital."

The snow came outta nowhere. Even though the weather folks called it, nobody really believed it until it actually started falling. Everyone was tripping out, seeing snow in April. While everyone knew it was snowing, only a few knew how it happened.

As Alexander was driving, Quinn saw people on the streets going nuts over the snow.

Snow was a rare sight in Amber Bay. In all her years there, she'd only seen it twice.

The white flakes blurred her vision, making Quinn's gaze kinda hazy.

Who knows how long they were driving before the car finally stopped.

Quinn looked up and recognized the place. Seeing the distant sea, she realized this was where Alexander had once taken her to jump into the ocean.

Alexander walked around, opened the door, wrapped her in her coat, and carried her out.

He took her to a big stone slab and sat down.

"Pretty, huh?" Alexander asked.

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Quinn looked around. The sea was in front of her, dark clouds hanging low. Behind her was a snowy field, and the trees along the road were covered in snowflakes, just like the frost photos Abigail had shown her. She nodded slightly. "Yeah, it's beautiful."

Alexander held her close, letting the snowflakes fall on them. Before long, their shoulders and heads were covered in snow.

"Feeling better?" he asked again.

Quinn was a bit surprised and looked at his face. His hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes were all dusted with snow.

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Quinn slowly raised her hand, her fingertips touching his face. She softly said, "You look like an old man."

Alexander held her hand, a slight smile on his lips. "So do you."

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! Quinn said, "A long time ago, I used to wonder what it would be like when we got old."

Alexander's eyes flickered, but he just held her hand tighter, staying silent.

Quinn continued, "If back then, I had stuck to my guns and not agreed to marry you because of your grandpa, would things be different now?"

When Ulysses first asked them to get married, Quinn refused. She knew Alexander had a girlfriend and was scared that agreeing would make him hate her even more.

But Ulysses was dead set on their marriage, saying he wouldn't die peacefully otherwise. Quinn felt she had no choice; she couldn't let Ulysses die with regrets. Alexander's silent agreement made her too selfish to refuse again. Before Alexander could say anything, she went on, "Things would probably be different. At least I'd still be your sister, instead of this weird thing we got going on now."

Quinn's mind grew foggy, and she didn't even know what she was saying.

She just had this feeling that if she didn't say certain things now, she might never get the chance to say them again.