Secrets | Felix × Stray Kids

- 14 ⚠️ -

I didn't check twice to see if the chapter has mistakes, so if it does, please ignore it.

You're getting this a couple hours earlier because I'm tired and wanna nap a bit.

I have nothing else to say, bye ❤️

P.S: Next update is on the 14th ~~

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-FLASHBACK (8 years ago):

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I was suddenly jolted awake by a blinding flash of light. I squinted, trying to adjust my eyes, only to realize it wasn't light at all. It was my dad's face, distorted by the pain I was feeling.

It always happened ever since the accident.

His expression was frozen in that moment when I saw him last, a mixture of love and terror.

The sound of sirens began to morph into a ringing in my ears. It was an agonizing cacophony that reminded me of the day I lost everything.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a hammer driving the nails into the coffin of my past life. I was back in that moment, a powerless kid, losing everyone I loved.

I found myself back in the house, surrounded by walls that were now nothing but ash and memories. The smell of burning wood and fabric filled my nose.

I could hear my mother's voice, desperate yet firm, urging me to save myself. But how could I? How could I leave them behind? The guilt of that moment haunted me, an endless loop of torment.

I tried to shake the images away, but they clung to me like a second skin. Every scream, every cry for help was etched into my mind. I could still feel the heat of the flames on my skin, the suffocating smoke filling my lungs. The terror of being alone, truly alone, for the first time in my life, was an indelible mark on my soul.

It was as if my senses were in overdrive. The smell of burning wood and fabric filled my nose, sharp and acrid, stinging my eyes and making them water. The crackling sound of the fire consuming everything in its path was deafening, a symphony of destruction that played on repeat in my mind.

Every scream, every cry for help, was etched into my mind with painful clarity. The heat of the flames licked at my skin, even now, years later, a phantom pain that I couldn't escape. The suffocating smoke filled my lungs, each breath a struggle, a reminder of my helplessness in that moment.

I tried to shake the images away, but they clung to me like a second skin. No matter how hard I tried to push them aside, they were always there, lurking in the corners of my mind, ready to pounce the moment I let my guard down.

The terror of being alone, truly alone, for the first time in my life, was an indelible mark on my soul. It was a fear that never really left me, a constant companion that shadowed my every step.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my reverie by the gentle touch of Aunt Momo. She was always there, my rock in the storm.

I looked at her, my eyes pleading for some sort of explanation, some magic that would bring my family back. But she just shook her head, her own eyes filled with tears.

"It's okay, Felix," she whispered, using the name I chose after that horrible night. "You're safe now."

But I didn't feel safe. I didn't feel anything but a hollow emptiness that echoed the loss I couldn't comprehend. How could I be safe when the people who were supposed to protect me were gone? How could I move on from a night that destroyed everything I held dear?

Aunt Momo held me as I sobbed, the tears I had been holding back finally breaking free. I let it all out, the anger, the pain, the guilt. Every emotion I had suppressed came rushing out in a torrent of agony. Aunt Momo just held me tighter, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold reality I was forced to face.