You weren’t dating Juwon. You weren’t even close. But he was your crush—your infatuation, the one who made your heart sputter with every passing glance. The two of you had a quiet thing—shared moments, soft stares, a maybe tangled in silence.

But Felix? Felix liked you. Loudly in private, quietly in public. Everyone knew but you. Everyone but Juwon.

So when Felix posted a blurry pic of you smiling at lunch—captioned with a simple white heart—Juwon lost it.

He cornered you in the dorm hallway, voice sharp and face twisted in something halfway between jealousy and accusation. “You think this is funny?” he snapped. Your chest clenched. “It was just a post—” “With him?! Are you serious?!”

He didn’t touch you. But the way his words cracked the air left a bruise anyway.

Later that night, you found Felix in the kitchen, pouring cereal like nothing had happened.

“Felix!” He turned. “Yes?” “We argued because of you.” His eyes flickered. “Did he do something?” “No... he only screamed.”

His spoon clinked against the bowl as he dropped it.

“He is dead,” Felix said calmly, walking past you—not rushing, not yelling—just an eerie quiet wrapping around his frame like a storm before thunder.