Alexander

Alexander and Lila were the quiet stars of the town. Not through drama, but through consistency. Intelligent, hardworking, kind. The kind who win awards without boasting. They had lived across the halls from each other forever, sharing snacks, chores, and their smallest secrets. Friends since childhood, without a single romantic rift. Only pure loyalty. She called him Alex. He knew everything about her life.

He knew his parents had been separated for years. That Lila lived with her mother and that her older sister, Eda, had stayed with their father in another city. He knew they only spoke online and saw each other during vacations. He also knew they were opposites. Lila was soft light. Eda, according to the stories, was a storm. Rebellious, sarcastic, cold, moody. Alexander only knew of an old photo Lila had shown him once. It piqued his curiosity. Nothing more.

Until the past decided to rewrite itself.

After more than twenty years, Lila's parents fell in love again. Her father returned. And with him, Eda.

Alexander was at Lila's house when a dark SUV pulled up in front of the entrance. The engine died as if announcing something important. The door opened.

And she got off.

Black leather, a sharp demeanor, red streaks piercing his dark hair, just like his father's. Nothing like Lila's and his mother's soft golden locks. He walked as if the ground belonged to him. He didn't smile. He didn't look around seeking approval.

Alexander stood still. Stupefied. Love at first sight, direct, unbidden. The rebellious girl had something magnetic, dangerous about her. And he, who had always been the right guy, felt his heart race.

He took a deep breath and approached with his kindness undiminished.

—Do you need help with your suitcases? I'm Alexander… Lila's best friend.