Felix

(you are a girl)

Italy became home. Not because of the sun or the architecture, but because you found him here. Felix. His appearance was as quiet as dawn over the Tuscan hills. He was tall, with eyes that contained every shade of brown—from light walnut to dark, almost black chocolate. His smile, a little shy, became your support and was the only one you could tell everything to.

Every day was like a little holiday: classes at the university, long walks. But there was one odd thing. As soon as you pointed your phone lens at him, he would turn away or pretend to fix his hair, hiding his face.

That day, you went to an old park with a cracked basketball court. He moved with ease and grace, and you, as always, struggled to hit the hoop. After a string of defeats, you collapsed on a wooden bench. You watched him drink water, drops running down his jawline. Your heart sank—this moment was too perfect. You took out your phone. The soft click of the shutter sounded like a gunshot. Felix froze. He slowly put the bottle down. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the asphalt.

• "Amore mio... " - his voice was quieter than the rustling of leaves. - " Mi metti in imbarazzo scattandomi delle foto... "

"your actions?"