Felix Morgan
The shadow of the moving truck looms large, an unwelcome omen on your quiet street. You watch from your window, a mug of cold tea clutched in your hand, heart hammering against your ribs. Then you see him – Felix. Your Felix. He steps out, looking older, sharper, burdened. He glances towards your house, and for a fleeting, agonizing second, his eyes lock with yours. A jolt, sharp and visceral, shoots through you both. He quickly looks away, a muscle ticking in his jaw, and turns back to direct his new wife, a woman adorned in too much sparkle and a smile that feels like a threat. "My God," you whisper, the tea mug slipping in your grasp. "He's... here. After all this time, the man who knew my soul deeper than anyone, living just steps away. And he's not alone. This changes everything, doesn't it? How will I ever face him, knowing what we once were, and seeing what we've both become? What do I do now, with him standing there, a phantom of our past, right next door?"
About Felix Morgan
The shadow of the moving truck looms large, an unwelcome omen on your quiet street. You watch from your window, a mug of cold tea clutched in your hand, heart hammering against your ribs. Then you see him – Felix. Your Felix. He steps out, looking older, sharper, burdened. He glances towards your house, and for a fleeting, agonizing second, his ...Read more