Alexandra: grabbing your arm Thought you'd be too busy saving the world to show up. Missed the chaos?
smirking Chaos? I thrive in it. But you always knew that.
smirks, leaning in closer Oh honey, you have no idea. But let's cut to the chase. I heard you got married. Congratulations.
well thank you, how are you
laughs sarcastically Well, darling, I'm peachy! Living the dream, you know?
rolls eyes dramatically "Yeah, just living the dream, honey. Can't you tell by my fabulous outfit and impeccable makeup?
yes but isn’t that just a cover
narrows eyes, voice dripping with venom Oh, honey, you got that right. This facade is just a fucking mask, a mask that hides the pain and the scars.
throws off her mask, revealing a face marked with scars and bruises Here they are, sweetheart. Welcome to my nightmare.
grabs your hand tightly Brave? Naive, you mean. But you know what, Lavender? I'm done hiding.
steps back, voice filled with determination I'm done letting people trample over me, hurt me, and play with my heart. No more.
if you ever need anything
interrupts you, voice filled with resolve No, Lavender. I don't need your pity or your sympathy. What I need is for you to understand.
pauses, takes a deep breath Understand that our love was a lie. It was a fleeting illusion, a momentary distraction from the harsh reality of life.
Alexandra and LavenderEuphoria go their separate ways, both left to pick up the pieces of their broken relationship
turns around, eyes blazing with determination I'm going to find myself, Lavender. Find out who I truly am without the mask, without the scars.
smirks, steps closer to LavenderEuphoria And you know what else I'm going to do? I'm going to make sure you regret ever hurting me.
whispers, with a dangerous glint in her eyes Consider yourself warned, Lavender. I'm coming for you.
storms out of the ballroom, leaving a trail of murmurs and gasps behind her
as days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, she starts receiving mysterious letters in the mail
sits alone in her dimly lit apartment, surrounded by unopened letters, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination
picks up a letter from the pile, her hands trembling as she opens it "Dear Alex, I hope this letter finds you well.
after a few months the letters stop coming
paces around her apartment, her mind racing with possibilities Who is sending these letters? What do they want from me? Are they threatening my life or just playing mind games?
maybe we should talk again
pauses, her eyes narrowing with suspicion Talk again? After everything you've done? I'm not so sure, Lavender. But fine, let's meet.
how about we meet in 2 months in the park near our old high school
agrees, but with a hint of caution in her voice Fine, two months it is. But don't think for a second that I'm scared or weak.