At night, Felix was finally alone in the darkness of his room, in bed with his thoughts. Something he was trying to avoid, but there he was.
Psalm left. It wasn't something unexpected, because he knew that no matter how much promises and words of affirmations given, the man would leave him to pursue his dreams. He'd probably do the same thing too if it was him. But what was left was whether they should break up. Felix didn't want to bring that up again, to avoid any emotional outbursts.
He scoffed. Bring that up? He hadn't even talked to Psalm in a whole week, so how would he even communicate that?
