Something Isn’t Right || Lexus OPEN
Nursing her fourth cup of coffee, Lexus passively remarked on the absence of electricity surging within her bones. The vacancy hadn’t lasted long, abject apathy burrowing deeper into the cozy confines of her chest with each precious sip. It was easier this way, allowing worry’s impressive weight to slip off slender shoulders as hot coffee alleviated the gentle chill of morning. Thoughts of Boston nearly chased away, mahogany orbs could settle on the horizon, blush hues giving way to gold amber light.
When living with over thirty people, peace and quiet were understandably hard to come by and impossibly short-lived. The same could be said for Lexus’ solitude, but the intruder didn’t sully her mood. Eyes unmoving, the other was an afterthought — one she refused to address until her cup ran empty. Savoring the final sip of bittersweet liquid, long black hair was swept over her shoulder upon finally regarding her companion, gaze lingering. Smiling secretly, as if to herself, the 22-year-old laughed behind manicured fingertips, dark eyes glimmering playfully as she waited for silence to be broken.
