Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
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The room was amazing!
The walls were coated with floriated wallpaper, and the floor comprised a deep burgundy wood. It was easy to get lost within the purple flowers that adorned the wall right next to me as we sat in silence. A stranger had arrived earlier and tidied up the bed. I sat on its edge, waiting for Kylon to speak. Taking my time, I admired my surroundings, my eyes avoiding his position against the wall across from me.
The wood that defined the bed was true mahogany, with filigree carved into the bedhead and curls unfolding around the thick bedposts that stretched to the ceiling. A purple duvet enclosed the queen-sized mattress, coupled with matching curtains draped over the frame of the bed. Their tones of mauve flattered the lavender hues of the room, affording a certain ambience of peace and security.
The heady scent–roses, as I'd rightly guessed–calmed my nerves, and I thought, with astonishment, that this felt like home.
"Overwhelmed is my guess," Kylon declared finally. His eyes were now on me, watching me closely with a narrow smile on his lips.
"Huh?" I uttered, dragged from my reverie. I tore my eyes from the room to face him, brows knitted.
Kylon shook his head and pushed away from the wall. He stepped towards the window. From my position, I could see the rosy blush of dawn transforming into an icy blue. Birds twittered sleepily, evoking nostalgia.
He didn't look back at me, only studied whatever was outside, when he replied, "I meant that you're probably overwhelmed."
One didn't have to know me well in order to reach that conclusion. Who wouldn't feel worn out after waking up in a weird place? Especially when you had been so convinced you were dying. I ignored his question, and I asked him one that was entirely unrelated.
"Why does Anastacia call me by my full name, even when I insisted she shouldn't?" Even to my own ears, I sounded annoyed.
Kylon chuckled heartedly. "I can't believe I guessed wrong," he mused.
I bit back a retort; instead, I waited for him to speak first. If you allowed yourself to react, there would be no end to his teasing. A few moments passed, and I shifted my weight until I was sitting in the middle of the bed, preparing to snap at him for ignoring my question. I was a hypocrite, pure and simple.
"Why do you call Stacia by her full name?"
My prepared remark died on my tongue, and I was dissatisfied with his approach to the subject. I swallowed, my dry throat sore as I thought of a way to respond without sounding petulant.
