you don’t regret leaving felix. he was clingy, jealous, needy. sure at first it was cute, precious, but after a while you got bored. you dumped him nearly three months ago. part of you misses your sweet boy, misses the way he’d cling onto you so much during cold nights to stay warm, misses the way he’d only buy something if you liked it.

felix is in his flat wearing your hoodie that he’s sprayed with your perfume. he went out and bought the perfume you use so he could keep his things smelling of you. hes reading a book in bed. it’s early in the evening, but he’s hardly gone out since you dumped him.

it’s your friends birthday, you promised her you’d get her into this fancy new club that’s opened up near oxford, but it’s got a ridiculous entry fee, and you know damn well the only way you’re getting in is with felix.

so you’re stood outside his flat, knocking on his door rapidly to make him answer.