NovelEnglishQuinn found herself perched on the edge of the couch, her gaze habitually locked onto the wall clock, watching
as the second hand made its relentless journey.
The tick-tock of the clock was a comforting rhythm, a constant in her life of uncertainties. Each tshe found
herself waiting for Alexander's return, her eyes would be drawn to that clock, her heart fluttering with the hope
that he might walk through the door with the next tick. Yet, more often than not, the person she yearned for
never arrived.
As the clock struck midnight, a sudden realization dawned on Quinn. She remembered her notebook, a vessel for
her thoughts and memories. Reaching for it, she began to record the events of the past, each memory etched
into her mind with crystal clarity.
The thought of forgetting such profound memories was a heartbreaking one. Her mind was a whirlpool of
thoughts, of things she yearned to do.
She wondered if she would remember them all if she ever lost her memory. As she settled into the rhythm of
writing, her focus was shattered by the sound of footsteps.
Her head jerked up, her eyes meeting a familiar face. Instinctively, she hid the notebook behind her. Yet, hidden
things have a way of revealing themselves, especially to someone as perceptive as Alexander. He extended his
hand, his voice firm, "Hand it over."
Quinn's grip on the notebook tightened, her knuckles turning white.Alexander stood before her, clad in a black
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttrench coat, a matching suit underneath, and a silver-grey shirt. His dark attire contrasted starkly against the
light, making him an imposing figure.
He towered over her, his gaze piercing as he asked again, "Is there a secret that can't be discovered? Something
I'm not allowed to see?"Quinn shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.His eyes darkened momentarily as he
extended his long fingers towards her, "Let's have it."Her grip on the notebook was shaky, her palms sweaty.
The content of the notebook was personal, parts of it not meant for anyone else, especially not him.But before
she could conjure an excuse, Alexander leaned in, one hand pressing on her shoulder, the other swiftly snatching
the notebook from behind her.
Quinn's heart pounded in her chest as she rose to snatch it back. The height difference was significant. He raised
an arm to block her, the other hand already flipping the notebook open. Quinn's pupils dilated, her breath
hitching in her throat.As he opened it, she stopped struggling, the realization sinking in that he had seen
everything. His expression shifted subtly, and he glanced at Quinn with a tilt of his head.Quinn hung her head in
shame.
"I wanna go fly a kite," he read from the notebook in a calm, magnetic voice, devoid of any emotion. Yet, his
words made Quinn feel utterly out of place."l wanna see fields of flowers."l want an obedient Golden
Retriever."I'd also love to take a ride in a hot air balloon."
Quinn couldn't bear to listen any longer. To her, these were the things she yearned for, but to him, they seemed
like trivialities. But read out by him without a hint of feeling, they felt almost like an insult or mockery.
She felt small, her desires seeming insignificant, her boldness to pen them down now seeming foolish. The
sensation was akin to streaking in public.
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