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It's a lot to deal with. There was a brief time, very brief, when Lexie thought things were turning around, when she and Mark had, however unexpectedly, decided to give whatever a try and everything was going to start looking up again. She should have known it wouldn't last. Mark, that's all well and good - it's great, in fact, almost ( Read more... )

The two weeks since New Year's have seemed in turns interminably long and like they've been racing by far too quickly. While the same could be said of time in general on the island, it's nothing compared to how Lexie has felt since Mark showed up kissing her, since they had very good but very ill-advised sex in an empty Compound room, since she ( Read more... )

If asked, Lexie would say that she isn't nervous about this. Of course she isn't nervous. It's a date; she's been on plenty of them before. Despite this, though, and despite her hypothetical insistence to the contrary, she's spent the past two weeks quietly freaking out, torn between thinking it's a terrible idea and wanting to make sure it's ( Read more... )

Almost a week she had been on the island, and Lexie still wasn't entirely convinced that she hadn't gone crazy. There was evidence enough to the contrary, of course, and somewhere, deep down, she knew it was illogical to believe herself so, but there was just too much she couldn't wrap her head around yet, and it was almost easier to explain it all ( Read more... )