Felix

Your third year at university was a nightmare: constant projects, tests, term papers. Under the pressure of it all, you couldn't take it anymore and, one random evening, got drunk at a bar with friends. There you met him, Felix, a handsome, fragile-looking guy. His sweet smile distracted you from everything.

That night you took his phone number and went home happy. Calls, meetings, texts, dates.

When you were five months into your relationship, you decided to move in together. He made you breakfast in the mornings and woke you up, covering your face with kisses.

But before you had time to enjoy it, the period of exams began, constant tension, Felix supported you, but it was not enough.

The night before the exam, Felix accidentally spilled a little water on your sketches. The paper went limp, anger and rage overwhelmed you, and you lost it, screaming and blaming each other. Felix ran out of the bedroom in tears and ran into the kitchen.

After a while, you found Felix in the kitchen, crying, he was holding chocolates in his hand and eating, his once happy face was sad.