The Heart Knows Best

Lisa sat in her room, gripping the bedsheet tightly.

She was angry.

Angry at herself for not saying what she felt.

Angry at Felix for making her feel this way.

And most of all, angry because she knew—deep down—he would never love her the way she loved him.

But why did it feel so impossible to let go?

Her chest ached every time she saw him, every time he walked past her without a second glance.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to run to him and make him see what he meant to her.

But instead, she stayed quiet.

Because Felix wasn't the type to love.

Not the way she wanted him to.

Felix wasn't blind.

He noticed the way Lisa looked at him.

The way her breath hitched when he spoke.

The way she hesitated every time she wanted to say something.

And it scared him.

Feelings were messy. Complicated. Dangerous.

He had spent his whole life making sure he never relied on anyone.

He wasn't going to start now.

Lisa was different from other girls. She was stubborn, strong-willed, and honest.

Too honest.

That's why he kept his distance.

Because if she got too close, she might see the real him.

And that was something he could never allow.

Lisa couldn't sleep.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess of Felix, Baskhar, and the emotions she had tried to bury.

She needed air.

Stepping outside, she was surprised to see Felix sitting on the porch, staring at the stars.

She hesitated.

But then she took a deep breath and walked toward him.

"Can't sleep?" she asked.

Felix didn't look at her. "No."

Lisa sat beside him, her heart pounding.

Silence stretched between them.

And then, without thinking, she whispered, "Felix… do you ever feel like you're losing yourself?"

For a moment, she thought he wouldn't answer.

But then he said, "I already have."

Lisa's breath caught.

She turned to him, but he was already standing up.

"Go to sleep, Lisa." His voice was cold, distant.

And just like that, he walked away.

Leaving Lisa with a heart that hurt more than ever.