There was nothing he could say. The finality in that tone was irrefutable. So he went, head down and posture stiff as he moved around Ashura to the door.
"Sibyl. Come, if you are coming," he said, terse and rough, as he opened up the door. The animal jumped up from the couch and bolted for the opening, pausing there to do what Felix himself could not - she looked back, letting out a plaintive meow in the direction of the broken kind and her friend Agni - before darting though as the door closed with a snap. She followed at Felix's heels, a worried look on her feline face as he walked with purpose to the elevator. But rather than down he pressed the button for the top floor.
He was shaking by the time he reached the roof, and could only afford a brief glance around before his calm broke, leaving him a weeping heap at the edge of the railing. It was over. All nearly three years, more than he'd ever gotten with Gideon, was crushed flat at his feet for a foolish hope. He had no way of knowing if it would be worth it, but there was no turning back time. As he'd said to Gideon, there was only moving forward. Even if the process felt like turning himself inside out.
Eventually he found the power to get up, wipe the mess from his face on a sleeve, and head back to his room and the refuge of his share of the liquor stores. Reality could hit in the morning.
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"Sibyl. Come, if you are coming," he said, terse and rough, as he opened up the door. The animal jumped up from the couch and bolted for the opening, pausing there to do what Felix himself could not - she looked back, letting out a plaintive meow in the direction of the broken kind and her friend Agni - before darting though as the door closed with a snap. She followed at Felix's heels, a worried look on her feline face as he walked with purpose to the elevator. But rather than down he pressed the button for the top floor.
He was shaking by the time he reached the roof, and could only afford a brief glance around before his calm broke, leaving him a weeping heap at the edge of the railing. It was over. All nearly three years, more than he'd ever gotten with Gideon, was crushed flat at his feet for a foolish hope. He had no way of knowing if it would be worth it, but there was no turning back time. As he'd said to Gideon, there was only moving forward. Even if the process felt like turning himself inside out.
Eventually he found the power to get up, wipe the mess from his face on a sleeve, and head back to his room and the refuge of his share of the liquor stores. Reality could hit in the morning.