Alexis was lost in her thoughts, while she sat on her bed and she kept staring at her ceiling, her hair a tangled mess at the moment. It had only been three weeks since the crucial conversation with Matthew about his feelings for her. The sigh of defeat on his face when she told him they couldn't be together kept replaying in her head. She could still hear his resignation tone as she walked away from the café that fateful evening, making him drown in his thoughts.
But was it really her decision? The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she had truly been in control. There were so many reasons, so many things that made her push him away, but now, in the quiet of her room, she wasn't sure any of them really mattered.
She kept rolling on her bed from one side to another
