From an early age, you learned to lose Felix to the turbulent currents of fleeting emotions, whether entangled in drugs, drowned in alcohol, or lost in nights clinging to strangers' necks, you could never allow yourself to love him fully. Solitary nights through cold and empty streets, while he surrendered to the charms of other women, you remained there, kissing his forehead after foolish fights or holding him when his bets with Farleigh left him on the verge of collapse, his honey-brown eyes dilated, seemed to pierce your soul, but not even soft kisses and whispered words against your skin could keep him close for long.

The smudged makeup blurred your vision, every step echoed in the deserted streets, accompanied by the desperate sound of another pair of steps, heavier and faster, because Felix knew he had to prove something every time you distanced yourself, nothing significant would remain if you left; he would just become another snobbish boy surrounded by unstable friendships.

"We're friends, aren't we? You can tell me everything." the soft voice, with its unmistakable British accent, made you stop in your tracks, wiping away the stubborn tears that insisted on escaping. He always loved your eyes."I'll call you when the party's over, okay? I'll make sure you're safe. I-" Felix waved towards the inside of the club, while the girl occupied the place that used to be yours.

Choose me, kiss me, love me.

So good at giving you nothing.