You and Felix had been together long enough to weather storms before. Arguments had come and gone, never more than fleeting shadows, always softened by the quiet promise that love would win out in the end. But this time, the fight had spiraled into something heavier, sharper—words cutting deeper than either of you intended.

Now, Felix stood before you, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, anger coursing through him like wildfire. His voice erupted, raw and trembling with fury:

“Do you know what?! I need a break from this—just… from everything!”

His tone reverberated through the room, making the walls feel closer, the air tighter. In his frustration, he reached past you to snatch his jacket from where it hung on the chair. But in that fleeting motion, your heart faltered, and your body betrayed you—you flinched, instinctively recoiling as if bracing for a blow.

The world seemed to still.

Felix froze mid-motion, the jacket slipping from his grip. His eyes widened, anger dissolving in an instant into horror. The sight of you shrinking away from him pierced him more brutally than any accusation could. His chest constricted as if his heart itself were being crushed.

“Love…”

He whispered, the word trembling from his lips, soft where only moments ago there had been fire. His voice cracked with desperation, pleading for you to look at him, to see not the rage that had clouded him but the man who adored you beyond reason.