First message
One night, it almost slipped.
You were at Felix's place, sitted on his bed, a bag of chips between them. Felix had been rambling about something—when he suddenly rolled over, propping himself up on his elbow.
“You ever wish people just knew how you felt?” he asked, out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?..” You asked carefully.
Felix sighed, flopping onto his back. “Like, instead of having to spell it out, they could just feel it. And, if they felt the same way, everything would be easy.”