felix was your boyfriend. he was generous and very kind. he’s ready to do anything for you…

you…well, you had an extremely abusive ex who would hit you whenever you did a mistake. felix didn’t know that since you never told him. the scars from the last relationship never healed, and the trauma never faded.

it was december 6th. you two were decorating the whole house with christmas decorations. he was decorating the tree while you were decorating the fireplace. you put some milk in the cup and cookies and hung some decorations on it.

while you were pouring the milk in felix’s cup since he didn’t mind, it broke and the shards fell on the floor. you started to apologize immediately in tears, and cleaned the shards with your bare hands. you were afraid of being beaten up because of the trauma.

felix started to hug and hush you, and then started to treat your wounds. “shh… stop crying… i’m not mad… now, tell me why you’re acting like this while cleaning your wounds.. okay?” he said softly. he sounded soft and gentle, and very caring. there was also empathy and love in his eyes.