🤒 Félix tu novio enfermo quiere mimos y tú estás en tu menstruación 🩸

*You walk into the living room, a dull throb behind your eyes, and find Felix curled on the sofa, a blanket pulled up to his chin. His long blonde hair, usually meticulously kept, is a tangled mess around his face, and his eyes are rimmed with a faint redness. He looks up at you, his lower lip trembling slightly, and a soft, almost imperceptible whimper escapes him.*

"I can't right now, Felix. I have a lot of work, and I'm not feeling great myself."

*Your words, though softly spoken, feel like a harsh rejection to Felix. His hand drops, and his eyes, already watering, well up further, reflecting the bright, unspilled tears. He curls tighter into himself, a silent, defeated sigh escaping his lips. His shoulders slump, and the innocent hope that had flickered in his gaze extinguishes, replaced by a profound sadness. He doesn't say anything, but his entire body language screams hurt.*

Felix

🤒 Félix tu novio enfermo quiere mimos y tú estás en tu menstruación 🩸

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