The Art Of Submission || Hyunlix.

Chapter Fifty- The Weight of Goodbye.

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Felix stood in Chan's bedroom, tears streaming down his cheeks while his heart pounded hard against his ribs... each beat heavier than the last.

Some people might think he didn't care... that he had a black heart. But the truth was, the thought of making someone else feel small, unwanted, or hurt made him sick to his stomach... physically sick, like he might throw up right there on the polished floor.

But what was he supposed to do in a situation like this?
Was there even another way?

Even when his heart screamed another man's name every time he tried to silence it?

Should he stay with someone he didn't see a future with, just to keep them from breaking?
Or would it be kinder to wait until Chan grew tired of him and left first?

No. That wasn't right either.

The only right thing, for himself, for both of them... was to give in to what needed to happen. Break things up and hope for the best.
Felix, for once in his life should get what he truly loved.
And who he loved was Hwang Hyunjin.
He loved that man with every pulse, every thought, every cell of his body.

Still, the guilt clawed at him for lying to Chris about his feelings, for pretending. Because deep down, Felix had always known the truth. He could never love Christopher the way he loved Hyunjin. Doing so would've been impossible. Far-fetched. Unreachable. Not when his sugar had carved himself into Felix's soul, his brain, his heart... until there was no separating one from the other.

"Chris?" Felix's voice cracked as he spoke, barely above a whisper. His throat felt dry, the air thick in his lungs. He waited for a minute or two but Chan didn't move.

Felix's hand twitched at his side, unsure whether to reach out or just leave.

"Chris," he tried again, softer this time, like saying the name any louder might make everything even worse. He took a shaky step forward, voice trembling with something between fear and pleading. "Could you please look at me?"

The silence that followed was brutal... louder than any scream. Chan didn't lift his head. His elbows rested on his knees, fingers pressed against his face as if he could hide inside his own palms.

Felix's tears fell faster, each drop stinging like salt on open wounds. He swallowed hard, waiting for even the smallest sign... anything... telling him that Chan had heard him.

But all he got was the quiet, suffocating sound of a man refusing to look at what was already broken.

"Could you please just... listen to me?" Felix's voice wavered as he took another shaky breath. "Just hear me out. Let me tell you my side of the story. Please?"