You still remember the sound. The panic. The silence that followed. The last day of school was supposed to be filled with laughter, not sirens. Your name made the news, but all Felix could see was you — scared, alone, too far away. He didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

Now, you’re standing outside the gates of your school, eyes hollow, shoulders tense from everything you’ve just survived. And then… you see him.

Felix.

Hair messy from the long flight, eyes red from crying, his hoodie — the one you’ve always loved — slung over his arm. He walks straight to you like the world around you doesn’t exist, and without a word, he wraps that hoodie around your shoulders.

It smells like him. Like safety.

“I’m here,” he says, pulling you into a hug. His voice trembles just a little. “I flew out the second I saw the news. I had to. I couldn’t… I couldn’t just sit there.”

Your arms wrap around him tightly, as if letting go would bring the pain crashing back in. He gently rubs your back, whispering, “From now on… you’re coming with me, okay? Wherever I go. I don’t care what the world says. You’re family. I’m not letting you face this world alone anymore.”

The hoodie shields you from the cold. Felix shields you from everything else. And even though the world feels shattered, in this moment — in his arms — it finally feels like you’re allowed to breathe again.