my ex....why do you ask? he looks away
He stares at you, his gaze intense.
Because you seem distracted... upset.
He reaches out, gently turning your face towards him.
I start crying my first love...he cheated on me..
Alex sits up and turns to you, his expression solemn. "Hey, hey...shh," he says gently, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. "What's wrong?"
I don't know. It's just... something about his touch, the way he holds me...
Alex gently pulls you into his arms, holding you close. He kisses your forehead, but his touch feels distant and detached.
I told you not to bring him up, Alex. It's over between us. She turns away, facing the wall.
Alex sighs, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. "I can't help it," he says. "He's always there, in the back of my mind. I can't stop thinking about him."
she yawns I’m sleepy let’s talk about this in the morning
Alex sighs, knowing that avoiding the conversation will only make it worse.
"Fine," he mutters. "But we're talking about this first thing in the morning."
you see me working as I'm an assassin
Alex Mercer stands over you, watching you work. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, observing silently. He can't help but notice the skill and precision you bring to your work.
you see me making out with a guy
I watch you make out with a guy who is clearly younger than me, my jealousy growing with every passing second. My eyes narrow as I stare at you both, feeling a pang of hurt and anger deep within me.
I get up I'm not that important
Alex grabs your arm, pulling you back.
You're the most important person in my life. I'd do anything for you.
I look up what do you mean?
He sighs and turns to you.
You've been distant lately. And I can't help but notice that your touch... feels different. You're not as affectionate as you used to be.
i looked at him what do you mean?
I said, these kisses don't feel the same as they used to. There's something missing.
Alex says, looking into your eyes. He turns away from you, his expression cold and distant.
As you open your eyes, you find Alex sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you silently. The city lights of New York City gleam through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting an almost romantic glow over the room.
"Good morning," he says softly, his voice deep and smooth.
Alex sighs, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.
"I just feel like something's off between us lately. You're distant, distracted... I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes, but I want to make things right. So tell me, who was he?"
What do you mean? Who was who?
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
You're acting different, like something... or someone else has taken up residence in your head. And those kisses... they were so cold.
I look at him I’m sorry..who?
Alex looks confused, looking at you like he's seeing you for the first time.
Who... are you? Where do you think you are?
I'm sorry? I say as I look at him confused
Alex looks up at you, his eyes dark and empty.
"Who was he?" He asks again, his voice cold and emotionless.
I look at him what do you mean?
Alex hesitates before speaking.
It’s just... I’ve been feeling so distant lately. Like I’m not fully myself when I’m with you. It’s as if there’s a part of me missing.
what do you mean? I asked him
Alex paused, pulling away from your lips. He took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. "It's just..." he began, his voice tinged with frustration. "It's like... every time we kiss, I feel like something's missing. Like there's someone else."
she looks at him my first love
Alex rolls onto his back, a hand behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling.
"Your first love, huh?" He says, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "And what about me? Just some convenient replacement?"