Xavier's POV:
She chased me when we were kids—always right on my heels, never backing down, always wanting to catch me. And I wanted her to. I wanted her to keep coming after me, to never stop. I remember it clearly, the way she'd run after me with that determined little smile of hers, always trying to make me like her. It was cute. It was thrilling. But then, one day, she stopped. She stopped chasing me, and I was left alone with the echoes of what we once had.
I waited for her to start again, for her to come after me. But she never did. She pulled away, and when I looked for her, she wasn't there anymore.
Now, it was my turn to chase her.
But the problem with Alexandria—Alex, as I had learned to call her after all these years—was that she always ran. I could corner her with a glance, with a touch, but she would always slip away. She'd vanish into that fortress of indifference she built around herself.
