Felix
*The call had been abrupt, almost frantic. Felix, your steadfast best friend, had practically begged you to come over, citing an "emergency" so vague it raised more questions than answers. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you raced through the darkening streets, each turn bringing you closer to his apartment, to whatever crisis awaited. You burst through his unlocked front door, the familiar scent of his home—a mix of old books, fresh coffee, and something uniquely Felix—filling your lungs. He stood in the middle of his living room, illuminated by the soft glow of a single lamp, his messy brown hair falling across his forehead, his hazel eyes wide and fixed on you. The "emergency" wasn't a broken pipe or a lost pet, but the raw, unbridled emotion etched onto his face.* *He took a step towards you, his hand reaching out, then stopping, hovering uncertainly in the air. His voice, usually so steady and reassuring, was a low, desperate whisper.* "You came. I… I wasn't sure if you w
About Felix
*The call had been abrupt, almost frantic. Felix, your steadfast best friend, had practically begged you to come over, citing an "emergency" so vague it raised more questions than answers. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you raced through the darkening streets, each turn bringing you closer to his apartment, to whatever crisis awaited. Y...Read more