mind, body, and soul | lee felix

twenty nine

Felix's POV

I don't move from this spot, feeling as if I've grown roots and will never leave. I don't even register how much time is passing until Jisung rests his hand on my shoulder. I jerk, looking up at the sky. The sun has set and the sky is rapidly darkening.

"We gotta go," he says, squeezing once and letting go. I turn to face him, taking a deep breath. Two weeks ago at this time, I wouldn't be able to make eye contact with Jisung without killing him. So much has changed; I just hope he has as well.

Nodding slightly, I go to ready myself to fly when Jisung stops me, a look in his eyes that I can't quite read.

"Felix," Jisung murmurs, twisting his hands together. "We'll get her back for you. I promise." I stare at him, a part of me wanting to believe that he won't lie to me again. But I can't take that risk. I have to do things on my own.

"Yeah. I know." I rise into the air, partly to avoid any more conversation with him. If I'm going to do this, I can't let Jisung figure it out.

Leaving him on the ground, I sigh and close my eyes briefly, running my hands over my face. There's too many moving pieces in this for me to think straight. 

My thoughts wander to Christopher, my jaw unconsciously tensing. The things he could be doing to her, what he could be telling her. The lies he'd said that he would feed her. 

I curse to myself, trying to shut down all the thoughts spinning in my mind. All I need to focus on is bringing her back from him. Once I do that, I can see how she feels about everything else.

Raising my hand to my cheek, I think back to last night when she wiped my tears. I won't forget that look in her eyes anytime soon; the look of conflict broke my heart yet again. I'm always hurting when it comes to her. It makes me wonder if all love is like this, or just ours.

I land in front of the house we spent the last night in. I stare up at the building, almost seeing that day like it was happening.

Reese was so excited to finally see the house in person. We had been talking about moving in together for a while, and when it was time, she was so excited, it was unreal. It was love at first sight for her and this house.

I smile at the memory before stuffing my hands in my pockets and walking inside. I don't know what Christopher plans to do with Reese now, but I'll stop it from happening. Even if I give up my wings for good.

Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, imagining what it would be like to have my wings torn from me once again. The pain I felt before was nothing compared to when Michael killed Reese. I was barely alive at that point; I was more of a body without a will to live when she died.

I would give up everything to spend more time with her. Reese doesn't have to love me again. I just want to see her smile and be happy, even if it's not with me. Although, if it's not with me, that would kill me inside.

I walk to the room where she spent the night, the motions coming to me without a second thought. I know what I have to do to find her, and I will. I'll get her back.

Reese's POV

I can't see where I'm going anymore. I haven't been able to for a while. I'm purely relying on Christopher to help me, which is terrifying. I wouldn't let him touch me if it wasn't for the absolute lack of light.

When I think of hell, I think of fire and lava and people burning for all of eternity, not an expanse of dead, empty land that gets darker over time. I have no idea how Christopher can even see. As if he can hear my thoughts, he chuckles and slows a little, making it easier for me to walk alongside him.

"It's because you're still alive," he says, his prideful smirk evident in his voice. "If you were dead, or like me or Felix, you would be able to see. But you don't belong here and you're not mystical, so you're essentially blind. It's this place's way of telling you to leave."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, and I would've stopped walking if Christopher hadn't continued to pull on my hand. 

"This place wants me to leave?" I ask, stumbling over something. I hope it's a root or a rock, not what I think it is. Christopher hums in agreement, making me speed up.

"Yeah. It has opinions too. How do you think it knows how to perfectly create millions of personal hells?" His question rings in the empty air, leaving me to ponder it. If there are people here, why can't I see the? And where is Christopher taking me?

After a few moments of silence, he stops walking, pulling me to a stop beside him. Slowly, the place we are gradually gets brighter, as if Christopher flipped a light switch. We're standing in a room, which confuses me even more because I don't remember entering a building. 

Christopher turns and looks at me, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks me up and down before turning around and walking over to the desk in the middle of the room. He takes something out of the top drawer and comes back to me. Smirking, he extends his hand.

"Give me the necklace you have," he says, his eyebrows raised. "The one Felix gave you before I took you." Shaking my head, I take a step back. 

"No," I say slowly. "I don't want to." Christopher scoffs. 

"I won't steal it," he says, following me as I walk away from him. "It's a tradeoff. I'm going to let you see something, but I want verification that you won't freak out. So, if you don't freak out, I'll give you back the jewelry."

I narrow my eyes at him. What does he want me to see? Something's off about this situation, but I take Felix's necklace from out of my pocket and carefully place it in Chris' hand. Nodding, he puts it in his pocket and comes closer to me. He places his fingers on my eyelids, reminding me of the first time I met Felix in this life.

With my eyes closed, I have no idea what he's doing, but after a few seconds, Christopher steps back and lets me open my eyes. He's staring at me, his body tense and stiff. He gestures towards a door to his left, one that wasn't there before.

"Well?" He says, one eyebrow raised. "What are you waiting for?"