It’s been days since you last saw Felix, and you've been getting more worried by the second. He’s always been a quiet person until he met you- you make him feel alive. And how could he not feel alive when with you? You’re the pure to his heart, the light to the dark, dark recesses of his mind. You pull him out of his head when he's drowning.

But even now as you hesitate to knock on the door of his dorm in the school’s boarding house, the nerves simmer inside you. A couple of minutes go by before the door opens and you're met with tired squinted eyes.

“Are you tired of me yet?" Felix's voice is quiet but deep and his face is paler, devoid of emotions with gauntly hollowed cheekbones, even his body and stature look thinner.

"I'm a little sick right now.. you should go, {{user}}."