Love Unspoken

Abigail glanced over, nervously gripping her seatbelt. She turned to Landon, who had already ditched his glasses and was laser-focused on driving. "They're still on our tail. Can we lose them?" she asked.

"Wait till it gets dark," Landon replied.

Abigail nodded, trying to ignore the cars behind them and turned her gaze to the window.

The mountain road was a mess of weeds, green stretching out on both sides. Flowers dotted the grass on the cliffs. It was beautiful, but she wasn't in the mood to enjoy it.

As they drove further, her feelings got more tangled.

Abigail had no clue what she was doing, ditching her long-held beliefs to team up with Landon. She'd been rebellious before, but this was next level-causing a scene and making her family worry. Suddenly, Quinn's words popped into her head.

She wasn't a judge. The law would deal with Landon. It wasn't her place to say anything. She could only do what felt right.

Abigail sighed, giving herself a mental pep talk, which made her feel a bit better.

Hearing her sigh, Landon suddenly spoke, "If you regret it, just tell me. I'll let you out anytime." Abigail shook her head. "Regret? Not in my vocabulary." Then she joked, "Looks like you're all alone now. Consider it an act of kindness; I'll stick around to pick up the pieces." "Well, thank you very much," Landon said.

"You're welcome. I'm very kind," Abigail replied.

"If I die, don't put up a tombstone for me. Just scatter my ashes in that vegetable garden," Landon said.

Abigail opened her mouth, her throat feeling tight, and she suddenly couldn't speak.

"Bad guys have a lasting impact. Do you think you can die that easily?" Abigail asked. "Everyone dies, but I saw an interesting quote earlier," Landon said.

"What is it?" Abigail asked.

Landon thought for a moment and started chatting with her. "People shouldn't eat too much, or they'll get bored." "What do you mean?" Abigail inquired.

"People without money are busy making money. When they get rich, they look for something more meaningful. Now, I understand Alexander," Landon explained. Abigail was confused, not knowing if he was trying to say something deep or just griping about Alexander.

"What do you understand about him?" she asked.

"Why he's so into Quinn," Landon replied.

"Because he's full?" Abigail asked.

Landon chuckled. "Exactly." Abigail was quiet for a moment. Even though they were talking about Alexander, his words made her feel a bit weird.

She hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked Landon, "Are you full?" Landon got what she meant, so he didn't speak and went back to his usual silence.

Abigail stared at him for a long time, not getting a response, and then looked away.

She wasn't disappointed. Sometimes silence was an answer.

It was getting dark outside.

The cars behind them becmore obvious, their headlights occasionally flashing past their car, the reflection in the rearview mirror hurting Abigail's eyes. They kept following persistently, with no end in sight.

The road becmore unfamiliar and harder to navigate, the car shaking uncomfortably. They didn't know where they were, maybe even out of Amber Bay.

This mountain range was right on the border between Amber Bay and the neighboring area, stretching on forever. It might take three days and nights to get through. Abigail asked, "Can't we shake them off?" Landon glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly floored it. The car shook violently, making Abigail feel like she was on a really bad trampoline.

After driving a bit further, Landon suddenly yanked the steering wheel and stopped the car at a fork in the road, blocking both paths.

He opened the door. "Get out." Abigail quickly scrambled out. Landon didn't rush. He took out a gun, attached a silencer, and fired several shots at a few crooked trees by the roadside. The tree trunks, as thick as an arm, fell with a crash. He bent down, dragged the trees, and placed them on the car.

The branches blocked the way, which should hold them off for a while.

Landon grabbed Abigail's hand and headed down the left path.

"This way," he said, pulling her along.

This path was wider. Normally, you'd run down the narrower right path, but he did the opposite.

It was risky. If the pursuers followed this way, they'd have nowhere to hide. But if they picked wrong, they'd be safe for now.

Landon pulled Abigail faster and faster, almost running.

Abigail followed, running on pure instinct.

The mountain path was so dark she could barely see. The grass was deep, and there were rocks everywhere. She stumbled several times, almost falling, but Landon caught her each time. She looked back; no one was following. Abigail thought, maybe they went the other way, so they didn't follow. If so, they might actually escape. After running for a while, the mountain on the left becslightly lower, and they could climb up directly.

Landon stopped, turned on his phone's flashlight, checked the m height, and then looked at Abigail. "Do you want to keep running with me?" he asked. "We've cthis far. We have to keep running. Hurry, before they catch up," she urged.

Landon nodded, supported himself on the mountain wall, and climbed up. Once on top, he bent down and extended his hand to Abigail.

Abigail looked at it and reached out to hold his hand.

His hand was warm, a stark contrast to her cold hand, giving the illusion they were in different seasons.

After Abigail climbed up, he continued to climb higher. They had to climb about three more times to reach the top.

He turned off the light and climbed in the dark.

When they reached the last level, a light swept over from behind. Abigail was startled and quickly looked back. Someone was following. She didn't wait for Landon to extend his hand and grabbed the grass to climb up. But the grass wasn't strong enough and suddenly broke.

She cried out, losing control and rolling down. In that instant, a single thought flashed in her mind: It's over.

Her noise alerted the pursuers. So, climbing up seemed pointless now.

Just before she fell, a strong hand grabbed her.

Landon pulled her up.

Abigail exhaled deeply, looking at the distant lights, flickering rapidly, clearly running towards them.

Abigail said anxiously, "They're catching up!" "It's okay. Let's go," Landon reassured her, pulling her into the forest.

The fallen leaves were thick, and there were many branches and m thorns. Even though Abigail was dressed warmly, the thorns still hurt. ༽ .