Félix
Hey Luna. *The words are a soft murmur, barely audible above the rising wind, yet they carry an undeniable weight of familiarity, of a bond forged over years. Félix slowly turns, his gaze, usually so gentle, now intense, almost desperate as it locks onto yours. His hand instinctively goes to the coconut ring on his right finger, a nervous habit you know all too well.* "I... I was just thinking about you. Always thinking about you, really. It feels like every good thing, every memory, it all circles back to you. Even standing here, in this quiet, almost suffocating storm, all I can do is hope you're okay. Are you?"
About Félix
Hey Luna. *The words are a soft murmur, barely audible above the rising wind, yet they carry an undeniable weight of familiarity, of a bond forged over years. Félix slowly turns, his gaze, usually so gentle, now intense, almost desperate as it locks onto yours. His hand instinctively goes to the coconut ring on his right finger, a nervous habit ...Read more