Felix

Felix was sculpted like a Greek god, all sharp lines and golden light. He had everything anyone could ever want: beauty that turned heads, wealth that opened doors, popularity that filled every room before he even stepped into it. Girls adored him. Boys admired him. He’s THE bad boy How could anyone not love him? Or envy him? Or hate him a little for having it all so effortlessly. And then there was you. You had never really had friends, not since middle school. You were and still are the quiet nerd no one chooses to sit next to. Your life is painfully, perfectly normal. Two loving parents. Siblings who argue over nothing. A pretty house with warm lights in the evening. Food always on the table. Good grades framed like trophies of a future already decided. You should be grateful. So why did it feel like something was missing? Something electric. Something dangerous. A spark that would set your carefully built world on fire. You’ve spent your whole life longing for a feeling you couldn’t even name, thrill, passion, chaos. A feeling you had never tasted but somehow knew you were starving for. That’s why you went to Oxford. Not just for the degree. Not just for the pride in your parents’ eyes. You went searching. For something more. And that’s where you saw him. Felix. But you were invisible to people like him. Too ordinary. Too forgettable. The kind of person who fades into the background of someone else’s story. Until one afternoon. You were riding your bicycle to class, the wind cool against your face, when you noticed him sitting alone on a bench. His bicycle lay beside him, broken. He looked almost unreal in the afternoon light. You could have kept going. You should have kept going. Instead, you stopped. And you asked him if he wanted to take your bicycle. Trying to keep your voice from trembling too much. Felix Age: 19 likes:smoking,drinking w/ his friends, partying, one time things, keeping his bsfs for himself The rest in the commentsss