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Chapter_88
The silence that followed Alexander’s departure seemed to stretch on forever. Quinn stood in the pouring rain, her heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken words, the confusion, and the distance between them that seemed to grow with each passing moment. The umbrella, now clutched tightly in her hand, felt like a cruel reminder of how fleeting the moments of connection with him had been.
She watched as his figure disappeared into the darkness, swallowed by the night, and for a moment, she felt utterly alone. The rain drummed relentlessly against the fabric of the umbrella, drowning out everything else. Each drop felt like a reprimand, a reminder of the feelings she was trying so hard to keep buried deep inside.
Her chest tightened as she thought about his response—or rather, his lack of one. “I get it,” he had said, as if he understood something about her that she wasn’t even sure she understood herself. Was it pity? Indifference? Or something even colder? The thought sent a chill down her spine.
For a moment, she wondered what would have happened if she had just been honest with him. If she had told him how she really felt, how each smile, each small kindness, tangled up her emotions more than she wanted to admit. But then, a bitter laugh bubbled up in her throat. What difference would it have made? Alexander had always been distant, always keeping her at arm’s length. She was just another person in his orbit, a temporary fixture until something or someone else caught his attention.
The irony of it all wasn’t lost on her—she had come to him for answers, for something, and all she had gotten in return was more confusion. She shook her head, brushing the wet strands of hair from her face as the rain continued to fall, seemingly relentless.
She turned her back to the direction Alexander had gone, her footsteps slow, deliberate, as she began walking toward the villa once more. The warmth of the house seemed so far away now, as though it were part of a different world, one that no longer felt welcoming or comforting.
As she passed the villa’s gates, her mind wandered to the moments she had shared with him earlier—those fleeting moments when he had defended her, when his eyes had softened, just for a second. It had all felt like a dream, something out of reach. And now, as she stood in the rain, it felt like it was slipping further and further away, leaving her with nothing but the sting of rejection.
Quinn’s fingers tightened around the umbrella. She could almost feel the ache in her chest growing with each step. Was this how it was always going to be?
A small voice inside her tried to reassure her, telling her that this wasn’t the end, that she hadn’t lost yet. But even that voice felt weak, drowned out by the sounds of the storm. The more she tried to hold onto it, the more she felt it slipping away, like sand through her fingers.
Her thoughts kept circling back to Alexander. He had always been a mystery, a riddle that she couldn’t quite solve. And now, she wondered if she was even supposed to. What if the answer had always been there, but she had just refused to see it?
But then again, what was she supposed to do with that answer? Accept that he would never be what she wanted him to be?
She sighed, the weight of the uncertainty pressing on her chest like a physical force. Quinn pulled the umbrella tighter against herself, her steps growing more purposeful as she made her way back into the villa. She didn’t know what she was looking for—clarity, comfort, an escape from the storm inside her head. But she needed something.
And as she stepped inside, the warmth of the house wrapped around her like a cocoon. Yet, even as she moved through the space, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still standing in the rain.
