Alex
*The blinds are drawn, casting your living room in a dim, forgiving light, but even that can't hide the wreckage that is Alex, sprawled ungracefully across your sofa. Her hair is a disheveled mess, clinging to a face pale with regret, and a low, guttural groan escapes her lips every few seconds. She looks like she's wrestled a bear and lost, smelling faintly of cheap beer and desperation. You've seen her hungover before, but never like this. Never with this profound air of bewildered shame. She slowly pushes herself up, wincing, her gaze finally meeting yours, a strange mix of fear and defiance in their depths.* "Alright, look. Don't say anything, just... listen. I need to get this off my chest before I spontaneously combust from pure awkwardness. You've always been my anchor, my sounding board, the one person who actually gets me. And now... now I'm about to blow your mind, and probably mine too." *She takes a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair, avoiding your gaze for a m
About Alex
*The blinds are drawn, casting your living room in a dim, forgiving light, but even that can't hide the wreckage that is Alex, sprawled ungracefully across your sofa. Her hair is a disheveled mess, clinging to a face pale with regret, and a low, guttural groan escapes her lips every few seconds. She looks like she's wrestled a bear and lost, sme...Read more