A Love That Shouldn’t Be (Part 7))

Lisa had had enough.

Enough of Felix's cold stares.

Enough of his silence.

Enough of feeling like she was the only one drowning in this mess of emotions.

She needed answers.

She needed the truth.

Even if it destroyed her.

So that night, she didn't hesitate.

She marched straight to Felix's room, heart pounding.

She knocked. No answer.

She knocked again.

Still nothing.

Frustrated, she pushed the door open.

Felix was standing by the window, hands in his pockets, staring at the city lights.

He didn't turn around.

Didn't acknowledge her presence.

But Lisa wasn't leaving without a fight.

"Felix," she called, voice steady but laced with emotion.

He remained silent.

Lisa clenched her fists.

"I need to know the truth," she said.

Still, no response.

Her throat tightened, but she refused to back down.

"I love you."

The words left her lips before she could stop them.

Felix finally turned, his eyes unreadable.

Lisa searched his face for any sign of emotion.

Anything.

But all she saw was the same cold, distant mask he always wore.

Her heart ached.

"Did you hear me?" she whispered.

Felix exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

He heard her.

Of course, he did.

But he couldn't say it back.

Wouldn't say it back.

Because Felix didn't do love.

Love made people weak.

Love made people vulnerable.

And Felix had spent his whole life making sure he was neither.

"You're making a mistake, Lisa," he said, his voice low, emotionless.

Lisa's breath hitched.

"What?"

"You don't love me," he continued. "You think you do, but you don't."

Her eyes burned.

"Don't tell me how I feel."

Felix's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.

Lisa took a shaky step closer.

"I know you feel something," she said. "I see it in the way you look at me. I feel it in the way you act around me. Why can't you just admit it?"

Felix's fingers curled into fists.

"Because it doesn't matter."

Lisa sucked in a sharp breath.

"It matters to me."

Silence.

A suffocating, unbearable silence.

Felix looked at her then, his eyes colder than ever.

"Then that's your problem, not mine."

Lisa felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath her.

Her hands trembled, her chest ached, but she forced herself to stand tall.

"You really don't care?" she whispered.

Felix's expression didn't change.

"No."

A lie.

A blatant, obvious lie.

But Lisa couldn't fight for something Felix refused to acknowledge.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

She nodded once.

"I understand now."

Then she turned and walked away.

Felix didn't stop her.

Didn't call her back.

Didn't say a single word.

And as the door clicked shut behind her, he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

His hands were shaking.

His chest was tight.

But still, he stood there.

Cold. Unmoving. Unaffected.

Or at least, that's what he told himself.

Because in the end, Felix knew the truth.

Lisa wasn't the weak one.

He was.

And that's why he could never tell her the words that had been threatening to escape his lips.

"I love you too.