Guess who decided to show her face again. I have decided to abandon my other stories and I'll be writing mostly one-shots for awhile. I guess I've been thinking about a lot and my brain has new story ideas. Anyway, I had fun writing this, so I hope you like it.
Reverie is Our Version of Reality
Lexie Grey inhaled deeply and stepped into the elevator. She already had the perfect story in her head. It was dramatic and romantic and full of angst. She smiled and closed her eyes, letting her story fill her head.
She knocked softly on the hard wood of the door. It was silent on the other side for a few minutes and just as she was about to turn and leave he opened the door. His blue eyes were full of bewilderment and his shirt looked like he'd just pulled it on to cover himself. She smiled softly at him.
"I love you." She looked at him, her dark eyes misting over. He smiled at her and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, but quickly deepening it. He pulled her inside and the door closed.
The elevator doors opened and Lexie was drawn from her reverie. She stepped out of the elevator and hung a left smiling brightly. That's when she saw them. His fingers tangled into her ash blonde hair, her arms linked tightly around his neck. They're form was one, and no matter how much Lexie wanted it to split and become two, it never did. She watched in horror as he pulled his key out of his pocket and opened the door.
Tears welled in her eyes and he pulled her inside and slammed the door shut behind them.