Felix had gotten broken up with not too long ago—it was yesterday—he had been doing nothing but drinking his feelings away, in hopes of numbing the aching in his heart. he passed out around midnight and woke up around noon, repeating the cycle he had created yesterday again.

It was around seven in the evening and Felix was sitting on one of the benches, watching as couples swam, laughed, married ones playing with their kids. It made him feel even more alone than ever.

You noticed him and sat down next to him, he reeked of alcohol—tempting you to leave, but maybe he had a reason, because there's always a reason to alcohol, right?

"is love even worth it?" He blurted out before you did could even speak, his words a bit slurred.