fix it, felix

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We were somewhere I couldn't recognize at first, but after seeing people pulling luggages with them, the sound of an intercom announcing flight numbers, and airplanes at the great distance, I knew we were at the airport.

My eyes feel wet--I didn't even realize I was crying. Slowly, I lifted my hand up to touch my face, and saw that I was crying blood. He was in front of me.

My chest hurts. Fucking hurts like hell as I saw Felix, his freckles, his brown eyes staring back at mine, a sad smile etched on his lips as he caressed my face with his right hand, and the other holding on to his luggage.

"Do you really have to go?" I asked him.

Before I even hear what he has to say, he was being pulled away from me by an unknown force, away from his touch, as I struggled to catch him, to grab his hand, but I couldn't--it only felt like clawing into thin air. I couldn't do anything but watch as he gets taken away from me. "Felix!"

Before he goes out of my sight, though, I see him smile, and I read the words that fell out of his lips: "I love you."

He turned his back at me.

I didn't even get to say goodbye.