##Alexander's perspective#
I am late today. It's already two in the morning when I leave my office and I feel exhausted, but I know I won't be able to sleep if I can't see her. She looks so sweet when her eyes are half-closed and her pinkish perfect lips are slowly moving as she dreams. I can stare for hours. Sometimes I do. I stay like that, looking at her lips until the sun comes up, not being able to take my eyes away. But I hate myself every time after I leave. I can't love her, I can't allow myself to be in love with her again. But at the same time, I hate myself for not being able to protect her too.
I remember how she ran away from me at that party. Her smell is carved in my mind. How can I miss it? Even with the parfume. When I felt it, a stupid part of me hoped she will come to
