Between two worlds | Chanlix

Fractured edges

The night air was colder than Chan had expected, cutting through his thin blazer as he walked down the steps of the grand venue. His breaths came out in shallow puffs, but he didn't stop. The need to escape, to put as much distance between himself and the party, was suffocating.

The streets outside were still busy, the city alive with its usual hum of life. But the noise barely registered. Chan was lost in his thoughts, the ache in his chest pulsing with every step.

"Chan!"

The voice stopped him in his tracks.

He turned, and there he was—Felix, standing at the top of the steps, his perfect white suit glowing under the streetlights. Chanlooked more vulnerable than Felix had ever seen him, his usually calm and composed expression betrayed by the faint glint of tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Stop," Felix said again, softer this time. His voice trembled slightly as he descended the steps.

Chan's heart sank as he faced him. He didn't know what to say. Felix came closer, his piercing gaze searching Chan's face, his usual confidence replaced by something fragile.

"What was that about?" Felix asked, his voice sharp but pained. "The song... what were you trying to do? Was it for me?"

Chan dropped his gaze to the ground, unable to look at Felix anymore. His fists clenched at his sides, the weight of everything threatening to crush him.

Felix took a deep breath, his voice firmer now. "We never promised anything to each other, Chan. Whatever... whatever you think this is between us, it's a misunderstanding."

Those words felt like a dagger to Chan's chest, twisting deeper with each syllable.

"I decided..." Felix hesitated, his tone softening for a moment before he steeled himself again. "I decided it's crossing the line. This... whatever this is. It needs to stop. For both our sakes."

Chan stayed silent, staring at the ground. The weight of Felix's words settled over him like a heavy blanket, suffocating him. He could feel the tremble in his hands spreading through his entire body.

Felix stepped closer, almost pleading now. "You're... You're a great person, Chan. You really are. But I think—no, I know—you've misunderstood our connection. And I can't let this keep going."

Chan finally looked up, his face pale, his eyes hollow.

"I understand," he said quietly, his voice devoid of any emotion. "I understand my place."

He didn't wait for Felix to say anything else. He turned and walked away, his legs unsteady but determined. There was no point in staying, no point in trying to argue. Felix had made his choice, and Chan had no choice but to accept it.

Behind him, he could feel Felix's gaze burning into his back, but he didn't turn around.

The city buzzed around him, bright lights and busy streets, but it all felt distant. His chest felt like it was caving in, his emotions building until they threatened to consume him.

He stopped in front of a building, his breath ragged as anger and despair clawed their way to the surface. Before he could stop himself, he punched the concrete wall beside him, the impact jarring through his arm.

The pain was sharp, but it didn't matter. It didn't compare to what was happening inside him.

He punched the wall again, and again, until his knuckles were raw and bleeding.

People walking by gave him strange looks but kept their distance. He didn't care.

He pressed his forehead against the cold surface, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"I'm such a fool," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.

The tears he had been holding back finally spilled over, hot and relentless as they streaked down his face.

He had thought he could control his emotions, keep them in check. But the truth was, Felix had broken through every defense he had, leaving him exposed and vulnerable.

Now, all that was left was the pain, raw and unrelenting.

Chan wiped at his face with the sleeve of his blazer, smearing blood from his knuckles onto the fabric. He didn't care about that either.

He straightened up, his body shaking as he forced himself to keep walking.

He didn't know where he was going, but he couldn't stop. The only thing he knew was that he had to keep moving. Anything to escape the whirlwind of emotions tearing him apart.

End of part 1

(I will start posting second part here too, as i think it's more convenient in one place rather than many pages to create.)