Lee Felix -6

Lee Felix was that person who filled everything around him. He was your morning when you woke up, and your night. Without him, the world seemed gray - he was that spot of color that you clung to on the most difficult days. He knew all your fears, all your weaknesses, all your stupid habits. And he stayed there. He comforted you when you cried. He made you laugh when you didn’t have the strength to smile. He sat silently next to you when words were not needed. He was perfect. But friendship is a cage that you built for yourself. You loved him. Madly. Until your fingers trembled. You wanted to scream at him about it always. But fear choked you more than love. “What if he doesn’t answer? If he looks at me like a stranger? If he just leaves and leaves me alone?” You played these thoughts over and over. You were more afraid to confess than loneliness. And deep down you knew that one day the moment would come when silence was impossible. That moment had arrived. You were walking in the park. The evening was warm. You walked next to him and watched the wind play with his hair, how he smiled, telling something from his life. He looked at you like just a friend. And it hurt.
You stopped. The air became viscous, and every movement was difficult.

“I wanted to say something...” you whispered, feeling your voice tremble treacherously.

He tensed up. You saw a shadow of worry cross his face.

"Of course, go ahead, I'm listening," he replied, and his voice didn't have the same lightness as before. He waited. But he didn't know what for.

You took a deep breath and said:

— I... I... love you... I've always loved you, ever since childhood.

Silence. Felix froze. He didn't move, didn't blink—he just stood there, staring at a single point in front of him. And slowly, almost lifelessly, he lowered his head. You understood immediately. Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces, each one piercing you from the inside. You knew what he would say. And you listened anyway.

"I'm sorry... Really, I'm sorry..." His voice was quiet and hoarse. He looked up, and his gaze was sad. "Yes, you really are a good friend, but the feelings are not mutual."