"You know... I think I might-" They chuckled nervously and glanced
away. "Actually... nevermind... I don't- well, I mean-" They
gulped. "Well... you know, if you feel... like you... and me..."
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The brewing feelings, the hatred, the interest, everything-
Alexander's head dropped. He didn't say anything in response.
Finally, he lifted his head and looked straight at her. "Genya," he
said quietly. "I have to be honest with you. As... As Aleko, I
can't say that I love you. I can't say my feelings for you are...
romantic in any way."
Seara closed their eyes. Tears were streaming down their cheeks.
They smiled into the kiss and embraced her, wrapping her tightly
within their arms.
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"No-" He took her arm. "Let me finish, Genya. I said..." He
hesitated. "As... 'Aleko'. I honestly... can't tell you whether or
not Aleko loved you. I can't tell you that for certain." He gave a
rattling breath. "But as Alexander... I think... as him, I know."
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Alexander released her arm. "I see," he said quietly. "Okay...
then." His eyes glistened... but he shook his head. "I'll... try
and find him, then. If you want him."
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Alexander flinched back, but he dropped his head, hiding his face
in the blanket which he scrunched up to his chest. "I see," he said
quietly. "We should switch rooms then, right? You've already..." he
paused. His voice dropped an octave. "You've already... done what
you had to do."
His shoulders were trembling.
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"And now you're telling me that," he stated quietly. "Because...
your task... was to hurt me. And you've done that and you're
worried you need to do it more. That's why you couldn't say it.
That's what... he wanted, right?" He buried his head further in the
blanket before he spoke. "Don't worry. It's enough. Just... go
please. I can't be around you right now. It isn't good for me."
Seara pouted, watching them go. "Be back soon!" they called, a
simpering note in their voice.
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