[Six years later]
"No!" I yelled.
"I said what I said, Lira," Felix said.
"No way I'm leaving without you!" I insisted.
"You can't just live with me forever," Felix argued.
"I can," I said stubbornly.
"Ugh, Lira, come on, you can't," Felix pleaded.
"Nope, I'm not leaving unless you're coming with me." I knew I had the upper hand; he loved me too much. Or maybe not?
As the years passed, I realized Mr. Felix wasn't able to get into a relationship because most people didn't like me. Actually, I made them hate me so they'd leave Mr. Felix. You might ask why. It's because I soon realized I liked him. But age doesn't matter, right?
Anyway, I didn't have the courage to tell him that. He sometimes gave me mixed signals, not gonna lie. Or maybe I'm just assuming too much?
I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. Felix rubbed his temples, a familiar gesture when dealing with my stubbornness. We stood in the kitchen, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, highlighting the tension between us.
"Fine," Felix said finally. "We'll discuss this later. You need to get ready for school."
I nodded, but my mind was already racing ahead. School was just a distraction from the real issue – my feelings for Felix and his inability to move on. I knew I had to find a way to tell him how I felt, but the fear of rejection or changing our relationship held me back.
As I headed to my room to grab my backpack, Felix called out, "Lira, don't think this conversation is over."
I smiled to myself, knowing he'd eventually realize my persistence was a trait he admired. But beneath the surface, a flutter of anxiety grew. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if our relationship changed forever?