SLMO (Girl X Girl - Actually? Intersex :))

6 Months Later

Alexis's POV

Six months had passed, but the weight of that night still clung to me like a second skin, haunting me at every turn. The memories refused to fade, and with each day that slipped by, I found myself clinging to the tiniest flicker of hope. A hope that maybe, just maybe, Kim was out there somewhere, still alive, still waiting for me. The tragedy that had shattered everything felt like a constant shadow over me, its dark tendrils tightening with every passing moment.

But it wasn't just the tragedy that consumed me. It was the unbearable weight of self-reproach. Every mistake, every decision I'd made, haunted me relentlessly. I could still feel the echoes of my failings, like sharp needles pressing into my chest, reminding me of how badly I had messed up.

And then there was the realization. The sudden, gut-wrenching understanding of just how deep my feelings for Kim ran. It wasn't just love; it was everything. Kim was my heartbeat, my reason for waking up every morning. She was the one who gave my life meaning. Without her, the world had become an empty, hollow place. I couldn't picture a future, or even the present, without her in it.

The encounter with Dric felt so distant now, like a forgotten ghost of a past life. The sacrifices I'd made for my so-called freedom seemed insignificant in the face of Kim's absence. My freedom was nothing but a hollow shell, a victory that meant nothing without the woman I loved beside me. Every decision I had made, every plea I had whispered to Dric, had been for her. It was always her. Only ever her.

Six months ago...

"Dric, please. Please, have mercy on me," I begged, my voice trembling, the tears I could no longer hold back streaming down my face. "I love Kim, and I can't marry you. I can't—I won't." My heart was a mess of desperation, but it still felt like I was suffocating under the weight of my own words.

Dric's face, so hard to read, was a perfect mask of disappointment. His eyes were distant, yet there was something else in his voice, a quiet mixture of regret and resignation that made my heart ache. "Shit, Alexis. Are you sure this is what you want?" His question hung heavy in the air, sincere and pained.

I nodded, trying to find the strength to hold his gaze, but the words came out ragged, tangled in my throat. "Please, Dric. Help me... Please."

He exhaled deeply, like a man burdened by something far too heavy. "Alexis, you know how much you mean to me," he said softly, almost like a confession. "So, I'll give you what you ask—but with one condition."

A small, fragile flicker of hope sparked inside me, lighting up my chest with the promise of freedom, the promise of Kim. "What... what is it?"

Dric's gaze hardened, cold and calculating. His words sliced through the air, leaving no room for negotiation. "A night with me." The way he looked at me—there was something in his eyes that I couldn't place. Desperation? Desire? A kind of dark certainty?

The world seemed to blur around me, and I couldn't meet his eyes. Instead, I lowered my gaze to the floor, trying to escape the weight of his stare. "Dric... I—I can't," I whispered. The words felt like they were suffocating me, but there was no other way to push them out. I couldn't—couldn't betray Kim like that, even if it was the only way out.

I tried to turn, to leave, to escape from the suffocating tension that seemed to wrap itself around me. But before I could take a step, Dric's hand shot out and gripped my arms, his fingers like steel.

"Kiss me, Alexis." His voice was low, insistent, and full of an unspoken promise. "That's all it will take. One kiss, and I'll give you everything you want. I'll handle your father, everything. All of it, for a single kiss."