She sat next to him, watching and listening in horror as the words came from his mouth. Alexandria didn't need anything more elaborate to understand what was happening inside his mind and what he might be subconsciously suspecting. When he was unconscious, she listened with terror in her eyes as he mumbled in his sleep, mentioning everything that had happened that week. But when he uttered those words, those damned words she couldn't bear to hear from anyone, she stood up and backed away from him.<br/><br/>I love her?<br/><br/>Alexandria began to tremble. She was sick to her stomach about her guilt and sweat was beginning to form on her face. Like a criminal in front of a judge, she felt like she was being eaten away, consumed by guilt that stemmed from her sinful intentions and everything she had already done. She grabbed the grand piano for some support, desperately clinging on to her sanity, her cold, hard thoughts that made everything so clear and so purposeful. But in her mind, Erika's voice still rang all too clearly, with Keith's mumbling in the background.<br/><br/>I want you to think very hard about what I just said.<br/><br/>The blonde bit her lip and heard the door open. Enoch walked inside and blinked his eyes when seeing unconscious Keith in the armchair and a terrified Alexandria next to the grand piano. "Alex, what's up?" He asked, concerned. Alexandria pushed evil thoughts out of her mind and reached out to Enoch with the steadiest voice she could muster up. "He's passed out. Drive him home. Now."<br/><br/>"But... shouldn't you do that?" Enoch asked, but Alexandria had already hurried out of the room, ran up the stairs and slammed shut the door to her room. Enoch heard the key turn in her lock and swallowed. A locked door to Alexandria's room was never a good sign. Nevertheless, he walked up to Keith and pulled him up, trying to get him to wake up.