[The Volturi Imagine Book Two]

🏔️Felix Volturi X Reader Stick Season🏔️

Song - By Noah Kahan's

Theme - Explores themes of nostalgia, change, and homesickness

For Felix, life was always changing. Things, such as humans, were here today and gone tomorrow.  With work and training newborns, he never had time to sit and think about the memories his many centuries of living produced.

Life was a vapor, but not for him. He was everlasting, here today, tomorrow, and for the many days and years to come. He would watch the seasons change, the people's trends and fashions find themselves in the top magazines one day. The next in some elderly persons' trash can.

Until she came into the picture. A human of all people he could have found himself enchanted by. Her rounded body, soft skin, long curled hair, brown eyes that looked like pools of chocolate when the sun would shine through his window in the early mornings. Her smile caused his heart to thaw at the warmth it produced.

How could someone who wasn't his mate, cause such a change in heart for the man? An honored guard in the royal family. A man whose reputation was built on his strength, and ability to be solely focused on his work.

     "You've changed." Demetri would comment softly, but Felix could still sense the humor behind his friend's words.

He did, didn't he? Everyday he spent thinking of her, and how to make her day light up. Maybe I would bring her to the park once the sun set. Bring her a buffet of sushi to chow down on, because it's her favorite meal. Take her to a festival, concert, or maybe to the beach? She likes books. I could take her to the bookstore and buy her a coffee to sip on while she browses the book isles.

His blank expressions were changed by smiles, and admiring eyes as he gazed upon her rambling on about her interest, and hobbies. She plagued his thoughts. His once teakwood scent was overrun by her cinnamon and apple aroma.

As the years went by, Felix was still oblivious to how the world changed around him. The only consistent thing, outside of work, was her. So caught up in the routines of work and  her, he never took notice of how he never aged, but. Her hairs began to curl at the ends, curl and the roots began changing. First small strands of gray, but then soon the roots expanded. The dead ends fell off, and her head was a crown of white. Her smile wrinkled, but the spark in her eyes never changed. The way her soothing voice called his name so softly, that it made every bit of him freeze and wait to see what he could do to please her.

She became timid, and breathless. Doctor visits became more frequent, and soon she wasn't answering her calls from him as quickly as she once did. She slowed down, was a lot more tired, and the once endless nights soon turned into her being in bed by seven.

Felix watched from the pew, his attention not on the weeping of those next to him. Not on the sermon, but on her. Her smile made everything right. The way her eyes always lit up the room. Her cheeks are full and rosy from how flustered she was in the photo.

What year was it?

Oh, right. 2024. Twenty years since she had left him in this hellhole of routines, and never ending changes that he could never enjoy. Felix never forgot about her, instead he carried her with him everyday. Dreaming of her. He may not have had her as a mate, but he still lost her, and he would wager the pain was just as equal.

There were nights he prayed the pain was just passing through, but he doubted it.

Truthfully,

Felix loved her

He ran into her sister, she forgot he existed, and part of him wished it was true.

Half of his pain was his fault, but he liked to play the victim.

    "You've changed," Demetri muttered softly, this time no smirk gracing his flawless face. Only pity. His hand resting on his friend's shoulder, rising to leave.

For Felix, life was always changing. Things, such as humans, were here today and gone tomorrow. With work and training newborns, he never had time to sit and think about the memories his many centuries of living produced.

But today he had time, and every memory was her.