Chapter 35: Pushing and pulling

Felix fell to the ground, like a puppet with its stings cut. He felt that he had done his best, but he still worried. The dead trees around him were proof enough that he had gotten better, faster, stronger, but he still worried.

Edward telling him that he wasn't good enough had hurt. It had hurt so much, that Felix wanted to hide away somewhere, under a blanket, and turn into his bunny form.

He knew that he shouldn't do that, however. If he did, then he would prove Edward right. That Felix was just the weakest link in their party, and he should work until he dropped. Well, Felix had done just that. His fingers hurt; his brain was swimming with fatigue.

"Come on, we better go," he heard Edward's voice, but the words didn't register. If he could take down just one more tree. Under at least thirty seconds. Would he be good enough then?