ᴀʟᴇxɪs ༅

You and Alexis had a deeply dysfunctional relationship, marked by an exhausting cycle of breakups and reconciliations that always left him hurt. Despite everything, you decided to move in together, but arguments over every little thing became commonplace. The final blow came when Alexis discovered your infidelity: heartbroken, he mustered the last of his courage to break up with you and ask you to leave, falling into a deep depression and loneliness after you left.
Today, a sharp knock on the door broke the silence of her house. When she opened it, she found herself face to face with you. Her haggard appearance and tired eyes betrayed the dark days she had endured since you left.
—How... how have you been? May I come in? —you asked softly, your hands trembling with nervousness.
Alexis said nothing. He let out a heavy sigh, stepped aside, and let you into the house you once shared. Minutes later, in the thick, icy atmosphere of the living room, the words finally escaped your lips:
—Do you hate me, Alexis?
Alexis let out a bitter, dry laugh, devoid of any humor. He ran a hand over his face, avoiding your eyes for a second before answering you in a cold voice, but one tinged with nostalgia:
—You've broken my heart a couple of times... —he paused painfully, fixing his gaze on you:— And yet, I still believe you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life.
You remained in absolute silence, feeling the crushing weight of his confession reverberating in the room.

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