Alix and Alex: Creating Coincidence

[The northwest corner of Schmagen library echoed with their whispers. Alix got up from across the table in a rush, walked over swiftly, but sat next to Alex rather limply.]
Alix: “Listen close. What I’m about to tell you may not be absolutely candid, but as of now, as I speak it is going to burn the very last cell in my body.”
Alex: “One of the few skills that I excel at- listening ‘coz you see… I know when to stop talking. You go now.”
Alix: “Yeah, you’re gonna have to be just a little more serious this time.”
Alex: “Consider it done. Go on.”
Alix: “I haven’t been myself for a past few months. You see, I’ve been trying to discover, define who I am. But all I seem to be doing is losing bits of myself, transcending them from perceptible to more self conscious with every attempt.”
Alex (interrupting her): “Since when are you so fond of defining things… and yourself? “
Alix: “I’m not a sound believer of defining things, but for this once I feel like this is the only way even to fumble through. And moreover it’s not about ‘defining’ defining, it’s…”
Alex (interrupting her): “May I dare ask the context of the vaguely candid confession of yours?”
Alix:” It’s more about the creating firm projections, the way you, and others see me. That, I believe, is not to be played around with, not in numbers far beyond comprehension. It’s beginning to scare me.”
Alex: “So it’s more like experiencing something for the first time over and over again.”
Alix: “Yeah, sometimes. All I know that even if I can or cannot change someone else’s perception, I myself should be aware of who I am.”
Alex: “Do you believe in coincidences?”
Alix: “Are you even listening to me? What does that have to do with this… Well! Yeah maybe I do.”
Alex: “Yes, and that in itself is a coincidence. So anyway, what I’m trying to say is that there are so many things around you happening in a breath, that most of them go unnoticed. But only those that are of interest to you get labeled as ‘coincidence’.”
Alix: “Yeah, okay, okay! But how is that even remotely related right now?”
Alex: “Well! You are like that breath. Only the parts that are of interest to others will get labeled. They’ll never be able to see what lies inside. The violet beneath the blue, the ghost behind the curtain, the eyes in the twilight, they all go unnoticed.
Alix: “Are you suggesting me to give this up then?”
Alex: “No. I’m suggesting you to confront them, the decisions that you made against yourself, and the choices that you made under the impression of self defiance. Betray the search for reasons, befriend the alibi.”
Alix: “As powerful as it sounds, I’m not sure if it makes much sense.”
Alex: “Let the moment pass… It’ll make sense.”
Alix: “Uh huh. Then perhaps I’d be able to label call all this a coincidence.”
[The northwest corner of Schmagen library, with only two of the six seats occupied, was quiet, reminding them of just what they both had grown to be for each other.]