Miami was a lot of things, I guess. He saw a man all over me, and whether jealous or afraid I was being hurt, he snapped, epically. He could have killed him, and I can’t forget how he was that night. He pushed me away and sent me flying, and then after, typical angry Alexi all up in my face. Although, he didn’t do anything to me, even though he was fuelled by rage and looking devilish to boot. Maybe the answer is in that memory already. He didn’t hurt me.

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