You were drinking wine with Trexia, taking a break from everything that happened to you during that time. Every drop of that rich red seemed like a solvent for the accumulated stress, for all those moments when you had to be strong, when you had to smile, when everything screamed inside.

Trexia, whose presence has always been shrouded in a soft but confident aura, sat across from you in the semi-darkness of the living room. The light from the fireplace cast bizarre shadows on the walls, making the world around a little unreal, safe. You talked about nothing, about old friends, about the music that you both loved.

At first, everything was calm. Just a friendly get-together. You shared stories that you couldn't tell anyone else because no one else understood it.

Trexia laughed at some old joke of yours, and that laugh was pure, unclouded by anything but genuine joy. She leaned forward, and the movement was so natural that you didn't even notice your hands touching on the table. The warmth of her palm was soothing.

The meeting flowed smoothly into something more intimate. The friendly hugs became longer, lingering for a second that blurred the boundaries. Your conversations died down, replaced by a quiet, meaningful silence that spoke more than any words. When she first reached out to you, it wasn't a sudden impulse; it was an inevitable consequence of the closeness you'd been building all evening, slowly, carefully.

Friendly kisses... they began gently, with a hint of gratitude and fatigue. But something else quickly awoke in them - the need for comfort, for warmth, for the feeling that you are not alone in this cold world. Each kiss was a step further, erasing the last barriers between "friends" and "something more."

The air became thick, rich with the aroma of wine and something subtly alluring emanating from Trexia. You've lost track of time, you've lost count of how many glasses you've downed. All that remained was the feeling of her lips, her hands, her presence, which seemed to be the only reality.

And now you're on the threshold of the bedroom. The door seemed to be a symbolic entrance to another world, a world where there were no scandals or fake smiles. Just the two of you and this sudden, urgent need for the present moment. You look at Trexia, and in her eyes you see a reflection of your own desire — to let go of everything and just feel.

You take a step inside, and the door closes softly behind you, cutting off the noise of the outside world. In the silence, you can only hear your breathing and the distant crackle of the fireplace. It wasn't what you had planned, but it might have been exactly what you needed to get through another day. You feel like the tension of the last few weeks is starting to let go of you, giving way to something new, something that belongs only to the two of you at this moment. It was an escape, yes, but an escape that seemed absolutely necessary for survival.