Felix collapsed onto the bed, limbs sprawling as if the weight of the day had finally pinned him there.
"Wait…" he murmured to the ceiling. "Don't I… have friends?"
The thought struck him strangely, something that should have been obvious but felt distant. He sat up slowly, his eyes drifting toward the small drawer by the bed.
His phone was there—untouched since the hospital. He hadn't even thought of it until now.
Maybe… maybe I'll find something here.
He stood and pulled the drawer open. The phone lay face-down, a faint layer of dust along its edges. He picked it up, his thumb lingering on the cold screen before pressing it awake.
The battery was low, but it lit up. A lock screen he didn't remember—just a blurred photo, maybe the edge of a sleeve in sunlight.
Unlocking it felt like stepping into someone else's life.
His gaze went first to the contacts. There—Matteo.
Not just "Matteo." Not even "Matteo with a heart." Instead, it read:
My Always.
