Oh the song at the top is Owen and Felix's song so!!! Listen if you want, you don't gotta.
In the past, I imagined waking up the morning after sex would feel great.
I believed I'd wake up feeling peaceful and calm and happy.
Well...gotta stop reading dramatic romances.
I feel like fucking hell.
And no, my body feels fine.
After all, I was the one who put it in.
Too much information?
Probably. But it was obvious. No offense to Felix but he's as much of a bottom as a bottom can even get.
Okay, anyways!
I feel like shit.
Emotionally, I feel horrible.
I feel guilty for suddenly taking something precious from him.
I feel like it was all too rushed and both of us were on just emotional high, we lost control.
I guess most men would feel successful right now...
I'm pathetic for feeling guilty about it, but I can't help it.
I walked out of the room to go find Felix.
"Good day Owen," the editor smiled at me.
"Oh. Yeah. Good day," I tried to hide my downcast mood but my voice clearly wasn't good at hiding it.
"You okay?"
"Great," I sighed. "And sorry I forgot to ask...what's your name?"
"Kamille Stewart and don't apologize it's fine!"
"So Kamille...where exactly is Felix?"
"In his writing room. He does have a deadline coming up you know."
"Oh, I shouldn't bother him then. I'll call him later or something."
"No, he'd be okay if you popped in and said hello. Plus he hasn't made a noise in like an hour and he's usually in there laughing, crying or screaming about something he's writing. So go check on him."
"Wow...he must get really into his books," I laughed.
"He does," she smiled. "He's upstairs. Last door to the left."
"Okay, thank you so much miss!" I said as I headed up the stairs.
She was right.
There wasn't a single sound coming from the room.
I creaked the door open and Felix was nowhere to be seen.
All I could see was piles of paper everywhere.
Wait.
Something's moving under the papers.
Is that...
"Felix!" I yelled and rushed over.
I quickly removed all the papers and finally was able to see him.
Oh my god his eyes are so pretty.
I've never seen someone with two different eye colors before.
Focus Owen!
"Felix are you okay?!"
"I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all."
"Um??? What?"
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A Voice Left Unheard(mxm)
Teen Fiction(Written June 2017) None of us are perfect. We're all human and live with things we regret. And usually the person we find hardest to forgive is ourselves. A Voice Left Unheard is a novel that that addresses issues most of us will have to deal wit...