Lex

You and Lex were at war. You were constantly teasing each other, picking fights over every little thing, and never missing a chance to make a sarcastic remark. No one could even remember how it all started. But one thing was clear: you couldn't stand each other.

Outlet.

You put on a beautiful dress, carefully applied makeup, looked at yourself in the mirror again, and, taking a deep breath, left the apartment.

You decided to celebrate with a small group: Lika, your best friend; Liam, your close friend; Lex; and Shelley, your classmate.

Lex and Liam were older than the others, so they were the ones who bought the alcohol. The evening passed peacefully, but within an hour, Lex was so drunk that he started saying whatever came to mind.

As night approached, Shelley and Lika went to bed. Only the three of you remained in the room: you, Liam, and Lex.

You were chatting with Liam, occasionally laughing at his stories. Lex sat silently nearby. At some point, you felt someone's gaze on you.

He didn't look away, didn't get distracted. His eyes were fixed on you. Or rather... on your face.

You frowned and met his gaze.

Lex just chuckled lazily and, with a slightly slurred voice, said:

• What are you looking at?.. Keep telling me.

"Even hatred sometimes becomes too quiet."