Episode eleven
Felix arrived home in a good mood, the lingering warmth of the day wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. As he flung himself onto his bed, he gazed up at the ceiling, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.
"Have I ever felt like this before?" he pondered, his mind swirling with memories of Faerie. Each recollection felt more vivid than the last, revealing the undeniable truth: he was truly in love with her. The urge to confess his feelings bubbled within him, urging him to take a leap of faith.
"I'm going to tell her," he declared softly, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. "I refuse to let the opinions of others dictate my feelings. I want her, and I won't let anything stand in my way."
His heart raced as he thought about her. "God, she's breathtaking. She ignites emotions in me that I never knew existed." The thought of her radiant smile and the way her laughter filled the air made his chest tighten with longing.
"There's a profound connection I yearn for when I'm with her," he admitted, feeling both vulnerable and empowered. It was as if the space between them was shrinking, and he was desperate to bridge that gap, to draw her close and share the depths of his heart.
Felix lay there for a moment, the whirlwind of emotions swirling in his chest, before finally reaching for his phone. He hesitated, thumb hovering over her contact. Should he call her? What if she didn't feel the same way? The fear of rejection gnawed at him, but the desire to hear her voice outweighed his doubts.
After a brief struggle, he took a deep breath, steeling himself. "I can do this," he murmured, pressing her name and bringing the phone to his ear.
Meanwhile, Faerie was curled up in her small apartment, absorbed in the pages of a gripping novel. The soft glow of her lamp illuminated her cozy space when, suddenly, her phone buzzed, shattering the quiet ambiance. She glanced at the screen, her heart sinking as she recognized the caller ID: Felix.
A wave of confusion washed over her. Why was he calling now, interrupting her precious moment of solitude? Annoyed, she furrowed her brow and bit her lip, debating whether to answer. Ultimately, she opted for silence, swiping her phone to ignore the call and silencing it. The world outside her book faded back into the background, but her thoughts flickered with curiosity about what Felix wanted.
Felix's heart sank as the call went to voicemail, the silence on the other end echoing the uncertainty in his mind. He stared at his phone, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration. Why did I hesitate? he thought. She might have wanted to talk.
He set the phone down, his mind racing. Images of Faerie filled his thoughts—her laughter, her sharp wit, the way she effortlessly commanded attention in any room. He wanted to be the one she turned to, the one who could share both laughter and deeper moments.
Meanwhile, Faerie sat in her apartment, her mind wandering despite the words on the page before her. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that Felix's call had stirred within her. She knew she should have answered; they had been growing closer lately, and part of her was curious about what he had to say. But the other part, the guarded side of her, insisted on keeping her distance.
Why is he calling me now? she thought, annoyed with herself for even caring. Maybe he just wanted to talk about school, or perhaps he was curious about the gossip that swirled around them. But as she glanced at her phone again, she felt a twinge of regret mixed with irritation.
With a sigh, she returned to her book, but the words danced on the pages without meaning. Each sentence was an echo of her conflicting feelings. Felix had a way of getting under her skin, and she couldn't decide whether she wanted him to keep trying or if she preferred this space they had created.
Back in his room, Felix couldn't shake the disappointment. After a moment of hesitation, he decided to leave her a message. "Hey, it's me. I just wanted to talk… about something important. Call me back when you can." He hit send and stared at the screen, waiting for the familiar sound of her voice to fill the silence that enveloped him.
As night fell, the atmosphere in both their spaces shifted. Felix lay in bed, his thoughts tangled with anxiety and hope, while Faerie, still wrestling with her emotions, finally set the book aside and picked up her phone. Should she call him back? The tension between them was palpable, and it was time to address it.