god rivals || hyunlix

LIII.

Felix's nightmare was beyond anything he had ever experienced before. It was dark, twisted and filled with horror. He was drowning in his own fear, as if he was trapped in a giant ocean with nowhere to turn. The water was deep, and he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss, with no hope of escape.

Felix could hear the sound of his heart racing in his chest, beating so loud that it drowned out everything else. His mind was filled with images of the nightmare, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all real, that he was truly drowning in his own fears.

It was terrifying, the way his body shook and sweat trickled down his face. He could feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, and he knew that he was unable to control his own body. The nightmare was taking over him, and he couldn't resist it.

In his nightmare, he was being chased by some dark figure, and he couldn't get away. Every time he tried to move, his feet felt heavy, as if they were anchors, pulling him down. The figure was getting closer, its breath hot and heavy on his neck.

Felix felt like he was at the edge of his sanity, that the nightmare was going to consume him entirely. He wanted to wake up, to escape from this horrible world, but he couldn't move. His body was still trapped in the nightmare, and his mind was imprisoned.

It was a feeling worse than death, to be trapped in your own fear. Felix felt like he was dying, that he was losing the battle against the nightmare.

But as the nightmare reached its climax, Felix found himself awaking with a start, panting heavily. He could still feel the remnants of the nightmare, lingering in his mind like a bad taste, but he was relieved to be free from it.

Felix sat up in his bed, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal and his body calming down. He was grateful to be awake, and to be free from the grips of the nightmare. But he knew that he had to face it again, that it would come back, and he would have to fight it again.

As Felix slowly regained his senses, he realized that something was off. The light pouring into his eyes was blinding, but it wasn't the soft, warm glow of his boyfriend's bedside lamp. It was a bright, piercing light that he had seen before.

Hesitantly, Felix opened his eyes, squinting against the brightness. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust to his surroundings. And as he looked around, he realized that he wasn't in his "boyfriend's" apartment anymore. He was back home, in Heaven.

For a moment, Felix felt a wave of disappointment washing over him. He had grown accustomed to his life on Earth, and he missed the familiarity of his boyfriend's cozy apartment. Being back in Heaven, even though it was his true home, didn't feel as comforting as it once did.

But as he sat up and looked around, he realized that everything was just as he remembered it. The golden light, the beautiful surroundings, the feeling of pure happiness and joy that came with being in Heaven - they were all still there.

Felix allowed himself to relax a little, soaking in the beauty and peace of his surroundings. As he did, he couldn't help but think about the nightmare he had just experienced. It had been so vivid, so terrifying, that it seemed like it was more than just a bad dream.

But for the moment, Felix decided to push the nightmare aside. He had just woken up in Heaven, after all - a place that was supposed to be free of fear and worry. As he got up and walked around, exploring his surroundings once again, he felt the familiar joy of being  home.

For now, at least, the nightmare could wait. Felix was back in Heaven, and he was determined to enjoy every moment of it, before his father will arrive.

Felix took a deep breath as he slowly descended the stairs of his childhood home. The faint smell of his mother's cooking wafted up from the kitchen, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over him.

It had been two long years since he had set foot in this house, and everything felt both familiar and foreign all at once.

Stopping in the middle of the staircase, Felix couldn't help but hesitate. He didn't know quite what to expect when he finally saw his mother again. He had left home on bad terms, feeling like he needed to escape the suffocating expectations and responsibilities that had been placed upon him. But now, as he stood frozen on the stairs, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a huge mistake.

A loud noise interrupted Felix's thoughts, and he slowly peeked his head around the corner towards the kitchen. There, he saw the figure of his mother frantically scrambling around at the stove, muttering to herself as she stirred her pots and pans. And perched on the counter nearby, reading a book with a look of utter concentration on their face, was one of his siblings.

Felix felt a pang of guilt as he watched them. They all looked so normal, so content with their lives here in this house. It was a stark contrast to the tumultuous and unpredictable life that Felix had been living for the past two years. He felt like a stranger in his own home, like he no longer fit in with his family's peaceful way of life.

But then, as if sensing his presence, his mother looked up from her cooking and turned to face him. And in that moment, everything else disappeared. Felix saw only the pure joy and disbelief in her gaze as she took in the sight of her son standing before her. She dropped the spoon she had been holding, and without saying a word, threw her arms around him.

It felt like coming home. Like all of the weight that had been resting heavily on Felix's shoulders for so long was lifted in an instant. Tears streamed down his face as he hugged his mother tightly, the two of them reunited at last. And as they pulled away, Felix knew that whatever else lay ahead, he would always have a place in this home. A place where he was loved, accepted, and welcomed with open arms.

FILLER

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