She listened to him with great interest. Well, actually, the queen listened with great interest whereas Alex herself listened with great concern. He did not seem well, he did not seem like he was living the time of his life in St Elois, the best private school in the city. Part of him was slowly melting away and he was probably becoming insane with everything she had already done to him. And deep inside she knew this would only be the start. If he thought he had walked through storm and fire to get here, then he was having an illusion.<br/><br/>Why are you doing this? This part was most intriguing to her. He had forgotten everything else but one question that seemed to haunt his mind along with the picture of Alexandria walking away from him. She smiled slightly once he was done and crossed her arms over her chest. "Keith, I think you're missing something very essential. You're forgetting that all of this is a chance to learn about life. Think about the important lesson you've learned with me during this two weeks we've spent together." Alexandria looked at him intently. "The prettiest girl doesn't always have the prettiest heart."<br/><br/>Before he could answer, she continued: "Think about how lucky you are to have this happen to you at our age. Everything is still ahead of you. At least this didn't happen to you in college or at your workplace." Alex slid off the desk and walked over to him. "We rarely know what we really want. Just be happy that it happen and for god's sake, open your eyes! You think there are no prettier girls in the city? Ha, you must be blind. Do me a favor and go find someone who's willing to fullfill your happy-go-lucky forever-together fantasies." Her eyes narrowed a little. "I'm not that type of a person."<br/><br/>She smiled a little. "If you don't believe me, let me convince you again." Alex breathe deeply and looked into his eyes. "Three years ago a guy much like you decided that he'd much rather be in love with me than hate me, even if I was giving him a hard time. He did all he could to turn my head, but that just wasn't enough. That guy now lies in a coffin six feet under after hanging himself in his closet with a heartbreaking suicide letter where he referred to me as the love of his life." She turned away from him and shook her head. "Foolish. That's what you are for trying to push through. And in case you're wondering why, well here's the answer: because I fucking can and I fucking love it."