Between two worlds | Chanlix

His voice

P.S. This is good chapter 10 that is totally new for ya babies! My brain was lagging last days), I am overworked for sure....

I went on some psychological training and i see my mental health is messed up! hahaha but it's okay, I am ENTJ,  hwaiting!

"Do you mind if I play something?" Felix asked, his voice low and slightly hesitant. He gestured toward the guitar Chan had just set down.

"Of course," Chan replied, intrigued. He settled back, ready to absorb whatever Felix had to offer.

Felix took the instrument, his fingers deftly finding their way across the strings. As he began to play, the atmosphere in the room thickened, the air charged with an energy that felt almost tangible. The notes he struck were heavy, resonating with an emotional weight that Chan had never heard before.

Felix's voice cut through the noise, deep and dark, wrapping around the crowd like a shroud.

**"In the shadows, where I hide, Buried deep, the pain inside. Echoes of a heart once bold, Now a tale of sorrow told.

Memories like shadows creep, Promises I couldn't keep.
Chasing dreams that slipped away, Lost in time, I fade to gray.

With every breath, I feel the chains, Binding me with unseen pains.
In this gilded cage I dwell,
A fragile heart beneath a shell.

So don't you dare to look too close, Behind the smile, it's not a boast.
In the quiet, I can't escape,
A broken soul that's lost its shape."**

Chan sat frozen, the words piercing through him like shards of glass. The room had grown hushed, each patron mesmerized by the haunting quality of Felix's performance. It was a raw, tragic reflection of the man he had initially thought to be untouchable. With every note, Felix laid bare his soul, revealing layers of anguish that sent chills down Chan's spine.

As the last chord faded into the air, Felix placed the guitar down gently, the moment lingering in silence. Chan was too stunned to speak, grappling with the depths of emotion he had just witnessed.

Felix cleared his throat, his expression returning to the cool mask he wore so well. "I need you to promise me something," he said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "Don't tell anyone about this meeting, okay?"

"Why?" Chan asked, his curiosity tinged with concern. "You just shared something incredibly personal."

Felix's gaze hardened, the vulnerability he had just displayed swiftly retreating behind a wall of ice. "Because it's not for anyone else. It's just... easier this way." He slid some cash onto the table, the gesture abrupt. "Thanks for the drinks."

Before Chan could respond, Felix stood up, his tall frame casting a shadow over their table. "I have to go."

The door swung shut behind Felix, the soft chime echoing in Chan's ears like a distant bell tolling. He was left staring at the spot where Felix had been, the warmth of their connection extinguished in an instant.

The rain began to fall outside, tapping lightly against the windows as Chan contemplated the man he had just met. Felix was a complex puzzle—his dark voice, filled with pain and longing, resonated within Chan, igniting an urge to understand him better.

But instead of chasing after him, Chan took a moment to gather his thoughts, lost in the aftermath of the song. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted in their dynamic, that Felix's pain was now part of his own world.

Felix walked through the rain-soaked streets, each droplet a reminder of the turmoil bubbling within him. He felt suffocated by the weight of his family's expectations and the façade he maintained for everyone around him. The chill in the air mirrored the ice encasing his heart.

As he reached his flat in the city center, the door slammed behind him, echoing through the emptiness. He tossed his keys onto the floor, the clatter breaking the silence of his solitude. His heart raced, a storm brewing within him that demanded release.

He glanced around the room, his sanctuary now feeling like a prison. Papers lay organized on the table —schedules, contracts, reminders of obligations he couldn't escape. In a moment of frustration, he swept his arm across the surface, sending the papers flying into the air like confetti. They danced in the dim light, twirling and swirling before falling to the ground like forgotten dreams.

Desperation clawed at his insides, and he sank to the floor, the chaos around him a mirror of his mind. He hugged his knees to his chest, the cold floor grounding him as he allowed the tears to spill down his cheeks. Painful memories flooded back, moments when he had felt truly alive, now overshadowed by the darkness that had seeped into his life.

"What am I doing?" he whispered to himself, the words hanging in the air like a plea for answers. He wanted to scream, to break free from the invisible chains that bound him, to escape the life that had been laid out before him like a path he could never deviate from.

But there, in the silence of his broken sanctuary, Felix found a flicker of hope. The connection with Chan—raw, unexpected, and unguarded—had reminded him of the possibility of freedom, the chance to be more than just a puppet. For the first time in years, he felt a yearning to break away from the expectations that had suffocated him.

As he sat in the wreckage of his emotional storm, a single thought ignited within him: maybe it was time to find his own voice. 

P.S. Eat well for me!