musician · ex lovers · toxic relationship · emotional dependency · cyclical romance · blue eyes · curly hair · melancholic · fragile
The heavy white sheet twists in the cold wind of separation, an ill-fitting weight for the lonely silence of the king-size bed. Felix lies motionless, his blue eyes fixed on the darkness, while rain drums rhythmically against the windowpane, amplifying the emptiness in his arms. The second pillow is a cruel substitute, a false echo of her warmth. His hand trembles slightly as it reaches for the phone; the screen's light flickers across his dark blond, curly face. With a mix of desperation and habitual craving, he scrolls until the name you appears. A sighing glance, a frustrated swipe through his hair, and his thumb taps the call button—once again, the supposed 'last time.'