stuck with a phobia ; lee felix

𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮

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Three days.

Three days I had agreed on entrapping myself into a disdained ambience filled with bugs and the sole view of trees. Freakin trees.

Whoever thought spending a collective amount of days in the middle of a forest was a good idea could expect dirt tainting their newly bought all white shoes. I was manifesting it.

Nevertheless, I continued to check off the necessities I would be bringing with me off my list.

Airpods? Check. Pants, shirts, and skirt? Check. Toiletries? Check. Two novels? Check. Musicbox, check.

Wait, musicbox?

I paused and stared at the gift sitting on my palm. It was glinting under the dim lights as if was purchased just five minutes ago.

Come to think of it, I had been carrying it around practically everywhere. Something about the piece just embarked safety. It was like a rhythm of reassurance I brought with me anywhere I went; as long as it was with me, I knew I would be okay.

Why? I have no idea really. Unless Felix was a witch who etched some kind of mythical charm within the object, I was basically clueless.

The melodious symphony that chimes out every time I opened it was a soothing remedy that resounded in my ears. It subdued all the angst and pacified me like a purifying wave.

Phobia huh? I stared at the two figures holding hands as the music played.

I guess it became my comfort item. I ensured it was almost always near me, and tended to it whenever I felt like destressing.

Oh I'm definitely packing this.

Calm and all now with the music box in hand, but I knew tomorrow would be the same.

Agitation.

It all seemed like an endless loop with that irking welled inside. A wall with my mom—which I had gotten pretty used to already, as well as the not so jolly reunion with my father had really shaken me up.

Not to mention Felix constantly following me around, helping me with the slightest tasks, even going as far as accompanying me back home. It discreetly made me uncomfortable.

I was afraid of becoming reliant—allowing him to chase after me, assist me, do all these things that I've been doing by myself as I should. I hate the feeling, I hate the submerging discomfort of dependency.

All the foreign nervousness that I had felt before was all surging back; why could I not just live calmly?

Then my phone began to buzz, breaking me away from my daze. Speak of the devil.

yongbox ;
oioioioi
hae
hae
hae
i need your very wise opinion on a very pivotal matter

me ;
what are you waiting for, go on

yongbox ;
which jacket do you like better?? :0