𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝘀 Rҽԃ [ 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐅𝐅 ]

匚卄 : 3

❝ If I told you,
about the darkness inside of me
Would you still look at me
like I'm the sun? ❞

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◬Tw : Mention of Domestic abuse

Felix's POV:-

"Hey, honey, you're back!" My mom's cheerful voice greeted me as I stepped into the house, and I couldn't help but smile at her warmth. "Yeah, sorry I'm late. Had to submit my assignment," I replied, tossing my bag onto the couch and flopping down dramatically.

"I'm so tired," I exclaimed, stretching out on the couch with an exaggerated sigh. Her laughter filled the room, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort wash over me.

"It's okay, don't worry darling. Go and get freshened up. I'm sure you didn't even have time to eat at Uni," she said, her gentle voice soothing my frazzled nerves.

"Right... I'm starving, Mum. But hey, I brought your favourite," I spoke, getting the croissant from my bag and holding it out to her with a grin.

"Aw, you're the best, sweetheart!" she exclaimed, taking the croissant from me with a smile. "Thank you."

I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction at being able to bring a smile to her face. "I'll be back in a flash," I promised, running upstairs to freshen up before dinner.

Lying on my bed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered after my encounter with Hyunjin. My stomach churned with a mix of anxiety and nausea, and I found myself unable to relax. Glancing down at my wrists, I noticed the angry red marks left behind by his tight grip.

Closing my eyes, I tried to push away the memories of Hyunjin's presence, but they refused to fade. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see his face, his smirk, and feel the weight of his hand on my arm.

I knew I needed to gather the strength to get up and face the evening ahead. With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself off the bed and made my way to the bathroom.

The warm water fell over my skin, soothing away the tension that had settled into my muscles. Closing my eyes, I let the steam fill the air, clearing my mind from everything.

After my shower, I dried off and changed into more comfortable clothes, opting for a simple hoodie and sweatpants. As I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but notice the dark circles under my eyes, the marks on my face and the newly added red mark on my wrists with the other scars already present there.

Shaking off the sense of thoughts that threatened to overwhelm me, I made my way downstairs to join my mom for dinner. The scent of home-cooked food greeted me as I entered the kitchen.

I approached my mom in the kitchen, a faint smile playing on my lips despite the heaviness in my heart. "Go and sit, my lady. I'll bring the food," I said with a mock bow, hoping to lighten the mood.

But my mom saw right through my facade, her eyes soft with concern. "You should rest," she insisted gently.

I shook my head, determined to push aside my own troubles for the moment. "C'mon, I'm good. Go and sit, please," I whined, trying to sound more convincing than I felt.

With a sigh, my mom agreed, her expression filled with maternal warmth. "Okay, okay, but be careful. It's hot," she cautioned, pointing at the pot on the stove.

As my mom settled into her chair, I moved to the kitchen, carefully gathering plates, bowls, and utensils, and arranging them on the table. Each movement was slow, a silent effort to distract myself from the voices inside of me.