stuck with a phobia ; lee felix

𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

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He was all set.

Felix sat on the hay-like overgrown grass, humming and nodding his head as he picked chamomiles that danced with the shuffling breeze.

"I hope she loves it," he muttered to himself.

He was glad that he discovered this place while he went twig hunting with Hailee earlier. It was a perfect serene area to let his thoughts reach clarity.

A perfect place to tell her.

Today was going to be the day. It would be the night where the gold-haired boy releases himself from the tantalizing feelings he had kept confined for too long.

Nothing else was on his mind, but the idea of getting his emotions out there in the audience of the lonely sky. The stars would miss the show, but at least the moon was there to keep him company. Covered in it's airless golden glow that melted into the sea, the gleaming orb reminded Felix of Hailee's eyes that unraveled into honey in the sun's early light. It looked more mesmerizing than any star that would come around.

This would be a night with no regrets.

He sat there staring at the chamomiles; maybe next time he'll get bigger and more vibrant flowers.

Wait what kind of flowers does Hailee even ll like? Would this not be enough to impress her? Is she allergic? Does she even like flowers?

This sent Felix's mind into a whirling spree.

Calm down Lix, it'll be fine. He picked the small flower and began to pluck each of its petals while repeating, "She loves me, she loves me not."

Lost in a daze of what the final outcome would be, he was stuck on the last stray petal. He stopped repeating the two phrases as he stared at the lonely petal just inches away from his fingers.

"Oh."

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Hailee's pov

"So much for getting books," I grit my teeth, pulling out my phone to check the time.

Apparently Remi and Mira were on a break for who knows how long, so I was not going to just stand there awkwardly waiting for their return that could probably take centuries. The night was certainly going in my favor.

I wasn't sure what ticked me off more, maybe I was being selfish to not enjoy the wonderful outdoor havens, but something about the lonely sky made me feel even more provoked.

I spot the pathway Felix mentioned about before.

Right, I was to meet him for who knows what. As much as I wanted to believe this was a plot leading towards my unfaithful murder, I could not help but have the tickling urge of it being otherwise.

Shaking my head, I walk towards the secluded path praying I wasn't crawling towards a pitiful confession.

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It's like the universe wanted to get on my bad side tonight.

After loads of walking and indefinite amounts of branches entwining into my hair, I finally found the lit path Felix referred to.

I see Felix sitting on the grass staring ahead at the mystic lake. There was a small boat close to shore, a canoe.