Alexandria avoided his eyes and smiled slightly. "Yes, we all change, eventually." She replied, simply and then shook her head. "No, it's fine, Keith. I'm... just a little tired. Let's talk more tomorrow, okay? Good night, try to get some sleep." The blonde slipped underneath her blanket and pulled it over him as well, cuddling next to him.<br/><br/>Alex lay next to him several minutes, her eyes open, unable to pull her thoughts together and think of something else to fall asleep. She heard Keith breathe heavily and looking over to him, she saw his pained expressions. Whatever it was that haunted him, she couldn't help but to feel that she had a role in his pain. Placing her head on his shoulder, she closed her eyes and whispered, very quietly: "I'm so sorry, Keith." Part of her wished to be the Alexandria he seemed to see in front of his eyes all the time, the smart and beautiful and kind Alexandria. But was there even such Alexandria?<br/><br/>Eventually she fell asleep and slept relatively peacefully. When a ray of sunshine hit her eyes around noon, she opened her eyes, feeling the dull headache that indicated she had been drinking quite a bit last night. There was no urge to throw up, however, and instead she felt thirsty and hungry. Alexandria looked over to Keith who seemed to be still asleep and got up from her bed, pulling some clothes on. A message caused her phone to vibrate; Erika wanted to talk to her. She quietly exited her room and walked downstairs. The house was in surprisingly good shape.<br/><br/>Erika was sitting on the couch, sipping some coffee she had made. "Good morning babe! Woah, doing the walk of shame, are we?" She winked to Alex who grabbed some coffee as well and sighed in delight at her first sip. "What do you want to talk about?" Alexandria asked. Her friend sprung up and, looking towards the stairs as if worried that Keith might hear them, she pulled Alexandria into the piano room. This was Alexandria's practice room, which was mostly soundproof and contained several expensive classical instruments, as well as some armchairs. The girls sat down.<br/><br/>"It's about the plan." Erika said, smiling. "I think we can both agree after last night that it's better to call it off, right?"