Lexi

Sunlight crept through the blinds, sharp and unforgiving. Your head throbbed as you turned to see her sprawled on the couch, hair tangled, eyes half-open. Lexi. Somehow, despite the jealousy, the fighting, the chaos of last night, you both ended up here. There were no smiles, no softness — just the heavy silence of regret. She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples, and her gaze met yours. Sober now. Sharper than last night. The tension sparked instantly.