"Theo—"
He walks to me. Wraps his arms around me. Pulls me in, pressing his chin to my shoulder. I stand stiffly for a moment before melting into it. Because I need this. I need something to hold onto.
"It's not your fault," he whispers.
I want to believe him. I really do. But part of me wonders if he's saying it to comfort me … or himself.
Because I know it's hurting him too. And I don't know what to do with that. No one teaches you what to do when you hurt someone without you meant to.
The moment Felix disappears in the night, the silence grows louder. Inside the living room, the TV light flickers across the walls like a restless ghost, casting faint shadows that don't belong to anyone anymore. I stay standing at the doorway a little longer, staring into the night where Felix vanished with the roar of his Kawasaki.
