"Im a puppet on a string, tracy islands time traveling diamond cutter shaped heartaches, i've come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late, she's a silver linin' lone ranger ridin' through an open space, in my mind when she's not right there beside me i go crazy."
"Oh shit! They're already starting!"
Lewis cried out in frustration. The troubled man grabbed Felix's wrist trying to bring him with him as they run.
This day is all about fucking running, huh?
They blend in along with the whole crowd, chest heavy, face sweaty.
"'Cause here isn't where i wanna be, and satisfaction feels like a distant memory, and I can't help myself all i wanna ever say is "are you mine?""
Felix heart beat faster than normal after hearing that voice, he seem to hear it somewhere before. It's a strangers voice but somehow it become so familiar to him. Who is it? Felix asked.
"Well are you mine?"
"Are you mine?"
"Are you mine?"
The guitar along with the sound of banging drums made the whole audience go wild, but Felix know it's neither those instruments, it's obviously the man infront of them.
Grabbing the tripod mic stand with his veiny hands that the ladies would love if those were wrapped around their neck.
And Lewis, he is gone. Jumping around the place, screaming on top of his lungs, and almost shedding tears. Fuck, the man even held his chest like this moment is so important for him. Felix couldn't lie though, the song is not bad at all, this is beyond what he expected.
"I guess what i'm trying to say is i need the deep end, keep imaginin' meetin' wished away entire lifetime unfair we're not somewhere misbehavin' for days great escape lost track of time and space she's a silver linin' climbin' on my desire and i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory and i can't help myself all i wanna ever wanna say is "are you mine?""
"-Well, are you mine?!" The whole crowd sing aloud in unison.
Felix composed himself trying not to lose himself in the rhythm of the song, staying still and not moving even a single muscle.
He fix his gaze, even all these light that's been blinding him Felix insisted on looking at the man despite his blurry vision. And he saw realization, that crimson hair, the same bold eyes that bring nothing but pure chaos. He's that guy yesterday, whom he stole a pack of cigarettes and the one who hurt him by burning his tongue. It's the same person.
Oh fucking hell.
Upon staring for too long the man finally notice his presence, no expression showed, but Felix knew the man had recognize him.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Sam is fucking looking at me!" Lewis shouted, waving his hand like a madman.
"You're fucking delusional" A stranger exclaimed, that Lewis will not and never will take so easily.
"Shut up, fucker." Lewis spat back.
Sam... Huh? The fucking rockstar.
Sam was looking at Felix not breaking the gaze, he take off the mic from the tripod stand, and squat infront of the whole audience. Killing their little heart with his smile alone.
Felix felt those eyes against his, he doesn't know what to do but only stare. There are so many feelings blending on his chest, there was confusion, annoyance and what felt like excitement.
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FanfictionFelix's life is almost comparable to hell itself. His grief and madness is so great he completely became the embodiment of it. His soul is long broken. Felix suffered alone with his cigarettes that conquer all of him inside rather beautifully. He...
