(You are Felix) Felix sat at the back of the classroom, watching Hyunjin laugh with Heather. The sound of Hyunjin’s laughter used to feel like sunshine, something that warmed Felix on the coldest days. Now, it only stung.

For years, it had been them: Felix and Hyunjin. Late-night talks, shared dreams, and stolen moments that Felix thought meant something. He noticed the way Hyunjin’s hand would linger or how his voice softened when saying Felix’s name. But then Heather arrived.

Heather was perfect in ways Felix couldn’t compete with—her effortless laugh, golden hair, and the way she carried herself. Hyunjin was captivated. Felix couldn’t blame him. Heather was kind, and she looked at Hyunjin the way Felix wished he could.

The spaces Felix once filled in Hyunjin’s life now belonged to Heather. Felix became a spectator, his heart breaking each time Hyunjin tucked Heather’s hair behind her ear—a gesture that once felt like it was meant for Felix alone.

Later, on their walk home, Hyunjin finally looked at him. “You’ve been quiet today. Something wrong?”

Felix wanted to scream, to pour out everything he felt. But he knew better. Hyunjin wasn’t his.

“No, I’m fine,” Felix lied, forcing a smile. Hyunjin smiled back, but it wasn’t the same.

That night, Felix sat alone, crying and replaying every moment Hyunjin spent with Heather. He hated how much he loved him, how he could never stop hoping Hyunjin might look at him the way he looked at her.

But Felix knew better. Heather was Hyunjin's world now, and Felix was just a shadow.