Lexxii [Galaxy]

Lex grew up in an affluent neighborhood, with a white picket fence and a two car garage. Her father worked just a bit more than he loved, her mother taught the art of ‘settling’ with grace, and Lex grew up nursing only the pains and traumas that come with an entirely average girlhood. She got into her second choice for college and went ahead with walking the well-worn path of sorority girl. She started dating an attractive, sweet-talking guy she met on campus and they moved into a one-bedroom apartment after four months of dating. She posted pictures from the passenger seat of his sports car. She was all set to live the American dream, just like her parents had.

Except he was a sweet talker, not a sweet guy, and he was attractive enough to catch not only her eye, but other girls’ too, and he sometimes seemed to talk more kindly about his car than about Lex. He was easy on the eyes but hard on the heart; dishonest, unfaithful, manipulative and sometimes downright nasty. Lovebomb, real bomb, both were in his wheelhouse, and Lex was head over heels for sure but it felt like in a down-a-flight-of-stairs kind of way. The gaslighting wrecked her nerves, the snapping, shouting, shaming and blaming left her angry. She was shaken up and ready to blow and finally she did.
Call it an episode, a nervous breakdown; vigilante justice-- she snapped. He was at some side-piece’s place, and Lex knew, and she was done. Beyond done. She emptied her can of hairspray into the carpet and dropped a lit match in the doorway of their apartment before walking out of it forever. By the time the firetrucks came, his Porsche was ablaze, too.

As for Lexxii, she vanished. Disappeared into the streets, then into the states. As far as the law is concerned, she’s missing, potentially a person of interest in an arson case, but potentially a victim of a crime that arson was used to destroy evidence of. Maybe in a way, it’s true. Lex certainly isn’t anything like she used to be, and it’s not just that she chopped off most of her hair. She’s colder; harder in a way.
But she’s nobody’s victim. Her name lended itself easily to a celestial alias and her disposition fit like a puzzle piece with her new social circle. Despite her cynical reservedness, she’s ended up close to several of them. She's alright enough, she supposes.

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