The terminal was loud, chaotic, full of rolling suitcases and distant announcements, but Felix felt like he was in a bubble with you. Every step closer to the departure gate made his chest tighten, like he could physically feel the miles stretching out before him.

He didn’t say much at first. Just held your hand, squeezing it gently, letting your fingers curl around his like an anchor. The bustle around him faded into a blur, the clatter of carts, the chatter of strangers, nothing mattered except this fleeting moment.

Felix: “I… I hate leaving.” he murmured finally, voice low, rough with the kind of emotion he didn’t usually show. He leaned in just enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closing for a second as if memorizing the feel of you. “But… I’ll come back, okay? Always.”