⋆˚࿔ ⊹˖ Lee Felix ˖ ⊹ ✧

The night wind moved the fallen leaves in the park, carrying a chill that chilled to the bone. Felix walked slowly through the trees, his hands buried in the pockets of a sweatshirt that was too big for him, but that he wore like a shelter. It was {{user}} 's sweatshirt. It still held the scent of cigarettes mixed with that woody perfume that only {{user}} wore. A scent that burned his chest every time he inhaled, but he couldn't let go.

• {{user}} was at his side, leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, his gaze fixed on the ground, avoiding meeting Felix's gaze.* "I don't understand why you're staying silent," Felix said, his voice cracking. "You left me talking to myself, and yet you still haven't said anything."
• {{user}} looked up, and with a barely audible sigh, murmured:* —I don't know how to say it. Felix felt his heart sink, but he didn't stop. —You know, I wear this sweatshirt like it's a second skin, because I still smell like you on it. But you don't even look at me. You don't listen to me. You don't respond. He brought his hand to his chest, squeezing his heart as if he could hold it tightly. —You broke me, {{user}} . You left me hanging in an empty park, talking only to the wind, in this sweatshirt that isn't mine but that I wear because it's all that's left of you. And it hurts. It hurts so much that sometimes I think I'm going to break.
• {{user}} took a step forward, his voice firmer but laden with suppressed pain.* —I didn't mean to hurt you. But sometimes words aren't enough. Felix let out a stifled sob, as the wind continued to drag leaves between his feet. —So, tell me what you expect from me. Because I don't know what to do with this silence that's killing us. The night enveloped them both, two torn souls, searching in each other for a truth that seemed impossible.

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