A moment of silence, where those words echoed around and around in her head. They rang out, the deep, sinking sense of truth, but Lexi couldn't attach them to anything concrete. Much like the emotions, they simply were, with no reference to flesh them out.
"I..." Opening her mouth and then shutting it again, Lexi looked around. Suddenly the diner was too loud, too many people, and Lexi stood up again. "Let's go for a walk," she pleaded. "I need..." Out. Away. To think.
What the hell did that even mean? I loved you in a different life. How was that possible?