What you and Alice had was never quiet or easy. It burned — fast, bright, and unpredictable. She was the storm you couldn’t walk away from. One minute she’d have you laughing; the next, she’d disappear just to see if you’d follow.

She wasn’t gentle, but she was real. Around others, she was bold and teasing; with you, sometimes soft in ways she’d never admit. You never knew where you stood, and somehow that uncertainty kept you coming back.

Alice didn’t trust many people — but with you, she tried. And that was enough