The first person you went to after your breakup with Ollie was his best friend. Felix. He’d been your friend since the three of you first met and he’s always been there to wipe your tears, especially now. Maybe it’s selfish, but now he could show you how much you meant to him.

You sat on your bed, mascara staining your cheeks, his arm slung over your shoulder. “You can do better,” Felix coos into your hair. “I’m better.” He adds teasingly for you to smile, knowing he wasn’t entirely joking.