Love Unspoken

When Oliver found her, she was huddled on the ground, shaking like a leaf, hands clamped over her ears, eyes squeezed shut.

For Abigail, who'd been through a car crash, these videos were like a punch to the gut.

Already messed up from the accident, those hour-long videos were enough to tear down all her mental walls and drag her back to her darkest days. "Abigail." Oliver rushed over and reached out to touch her shoulder.

Abigail screamed and shoved Oliver away.

Caught off guard, Oliver hit the ground. Pain etched across his face. He'd watched Abigail grow up, always so brave. But he'd never seen her like this. Alexander always knew how to dig up people's worst fears.

When Abigail looked up and saw him, the fear on her face started to fade, and she threw herself into Oliver's arms. "Oliver!" she cried, her voice shaking. Oliver patted her back, trying to calm her down. "It's okay. It's over."

Abigail was really freaked out this time. She sobbed in Oliver's arms, cursing, "That jerk Alexander. How can he be so twisted!"

Oliver sighed. It had been ages since he'd seen Abigail so scared that she'd cling to him like this.

Oliver said, "Haven't you known this for a long time? I've told you so many times, but you just wouldn't listen."

Hearing this, Abigail cried even harder, like she was letting out all the bottled-up emotions.

No one knew how long she cried before she finally stopped. Sniffling, she pulled away from Oliver, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Let's go back," Abigail said, her voice hoarse.

Oliver patted her head. "Are you still going to see Alexander?"

Abigail shook her head. "No, that jerk doesn't deserve any sympathy. He deserves to be single for life!"

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Oliver gave her a warning look.

Abigail pouted. "Fine, I won't curse him anymore. And I won't look for him. Is that okay? Just thinking about him now makes me feel unlucky."

"Alright, enough. Let's go." Oliver pulled her up and led her out of the theater.

The rain outside had eased up. Abigail got into the car, finally feeling a bit safer.

She wrapped herself in Oliver's coat, clutching the collar tightly. She glanced at the light rain outside and murmured, "I wonder if it's raining where Quinn is." Oliver's fingers paused slightly.

He glanced at Abigail.

Abigail couldn't accept the news of Quinn's death and didn't acknowledge it. She still believed that Quinn was alive.

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Leaning against the car window, Abigail thought of Quinn's appearance. "I don't know. When I first saw her, I thought she was cute. She looked so small and fragile, making me want to protect her."

As Oliver listened to her description, his mouth twitched. If a guy had said these words, it would have sounded so creepy. Luckily, Abigail was a girl.

Abigail continued, "Oliver, don't you think that just looking at her makes you want to protect her? No matter how I tease her, she never gets angry. Sometimes I even want to marry her. That damn Alexander, how could he treat her like that? The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Damn it!"Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"Abigail! No swearing," Oliver warned in a low voice.

Abigail cleared her throat, "Slip of the tongue. I was just too angry."

She went on, "I always wanted to save her, to get her away from Alexander, but in the end, I couldn't save her."

Abigail kept talking to herself, while Oliver drove, feeling more and more uneasy as he listened.