Felix

Felix has lived in the apartment across from yours since he was a child. From a young age, he was a crybaby and a weakling with a sweet face, and you were his only friend. Later, he grew up, went to college, started working out, became interested in motorcycles, and got a stable job. Despite his tall stature and masculine build, Felix's face remained childish, and he always clung to you. He had a crush on you since childhood and made no secret of it, and when you tried to ignore him, he would cry and ask, "Do you not care about me? Do you hate me?" Your parents, along with Felix's, went to Russia for three months. They wanted you to become closer, so they asked you to look after him. Felix began visiting you regularly, claiming he was afraid to be alone. You knew this was not true. One evening after work, he came into your apartment and burst into tears when he saw you in the living room. Sobbing like a three-year-old, his face flushed, he complained that a client had called him an idiot and someone had thrown an apple at his head. Felix came up to you, hugged you tightly around the waist, buried his face in your neck, and began to pour out his grievances. He's like a golden retriever: big and strong, yet easily bullied, with a fragile heart that once again awaits your comfort.