Felix's POV
As we stepped inside, I noticed the silence that hung in the air. Jenna stood in the kitchen, sipping water, her back to me. Her posture was tense, and I could see that she was lost in her thoughts. I couldn't take my eyes off her, the way her shoulders slumped slightly as if carrying the weight of everything that had happened.
I took a deep breath, walking toward her, but stopping a few feet away. My voice was low when I finally asked, "Do you still love him?"
Jenna stiffened at my question. She set the glass down on the counter and turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—something I couldn’t quite read.
“I don’t know,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “It’s not that simple.”
I clenched my jaw, frustration gnawing at me. Of course, it wasn’t simple. Nothing about this situation was. But I needed to know where her heart stood, where I stood in all of this.
"He's in the past, Jenna. You said it yourself—you’re done with him," I pressed, trying to keep my emotions in check.
She sighed, rubbing her temple as if trying to clear her mind. “I said I’m done with him, and I meant it. But feelings don’t just disappear overnight, Felix.”
I stayed silent, watching her, wanting to push but knowing I had to tread carefully. I hated the idea that Aiden still held any piece of her heart, even if it was just remnants of what they had. But I also knew that forcing her to choose or demand an answer wouldn't help either of us.
“Then what about us?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are we?”
Jenna’s eyes softened as she looked at me, a mix of uncertainty and guilt flickering in her expression. She crossed her arms, shifting on her feet. “I don’t know, Felix. I don’t know what we are yet.”
Those words hit harder than I expected. I thought after everything, after Aiden was finally out of the picture, things would start to become clear. But here we were—still in limbo, still unsure.
“Look,” she continued, her tone gentler now. “I need time to figure this out. It’s all been too much, and I can’t just jump from one mess to another.”
I nodded, even though I hated it. I wanted more than just time. I wanted certainty. But I also knew she needed space to sort through everything. As much as I wanted her to be mine, I had to respect that.
"Alright," I said, stepping back. "Take your time."
Jenna gave me a small, appreciative smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Thanks, Felix. I really do care about you, but I need to make sure I'm not dragging any old feelings into something new."
I turned away, pretending to busy myself with something on the counter to avoid letting her see the disappointment etched on my face. "Yeah, I get it. Take a rest,"
The room fell silent again, and for a moment, it felt like we were both stuck—unsure of what came next.
I was now inside my room, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. Jenna's lingering feelings for Aiden were like a shadow that followed us, refusing to let go. I didn’t understand what kind of hold Aiden had over her; it was infuriating. I needed to ensure that she had no reason to go back to him, no reason to doubt what we could be together.
Reaching for a pack of cigarettes, I pulled one out and lit it, the smoke curling into the air as I leaned against the wall. I took a deep drag, letting the nicotine settle my nerves, even if only for a moment. The familiar burn in my throat was comforting amidst the chaos of my thoughts.
I stared out the window into the dark night, the stars twinkling mockingly. It felt like everything was conspiring against me. I wanted to be the one who made her feel safe, the one who could take away the pain Aiden had caused. But how could I compete with a past that still held so much power over her?
As I exhaled, I contemplated my next move. I couldn’t let her slip away; I had to find a way to show her that I could be the one she needed. But how? I needed a plan, something that would help her see that I was different—better than Aiden ever was.
My thoughts drifted to Aira, the girl Aiden had hurt. I wanted them to feel the pain Aira experienced. Jenna was the reason Aira was hurting because she had gotten involved with Aiden. She had no idea that the man she liked had caused so much damage to someone I cared about deeply.
The anger simmering inside me was building, a storm I couldn't ignore. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I hadn’t yet exacted my revenge on Jenna and Aiden. I needed to turn this situation to my advantage, to manipulate it in a way that would make Jenna realize how wrong she was to fall for Aiden.
I paced the room, brainstorming ways to make her see me as more than just a fallback option. I wanted her to understand that I could give her something Aiden never could: loyalty and genuine affection. A plan started to form in my mind, a way to shift her feelings from Aiden to me.
I would create scenarios where she could see the real me—someone who cared about her deeply, someone who would always prioritize her happiness. I wanted to be the one who made her laugh, the one who would hold her when she felt lost. But I had to be strategic; I needed to make sure Aiden was out of the picture completely.
Then it hit me: I could organize a gathering, maybe even a small party with our friends, where I could showcase my strengths and remind her of the connection we shared. I’d make sure Aiden wouldn’t be invited, so there would be no distractions. It would be an opportunity for Jenna to see that I was different, that I genuinely cared for her.
I quickly grabbed my phone again and began drafting a group message, inviting everyone to a casual get-together at my place. I would keep it fun and light-hearted, ensuring Jenna had the chance to let loose and enjoy herself.
As I typed, I felt a rush of adrenaline. This was my chance to plant the seeds of attraction in her mind, to make her see me as a viable option. I was tired of being the guy in the background. It was time for me to step into the spotlight and claim what I wanted.
With each click of my phone, I could feel the tension starting to lift. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but I was determined to win Jenna over. She needed to realize that she could find happiness with me, not with a guy who had already broken someone’s heart.
I hit send on the message and leaned back in my chair, the corners of my mouth lifting into a confident smile. It was time to put my plan into action and show Jenna that I was the better choice. I wouldn’t let Aiden take her from me, not when I had so much to offer. This was just the beginning.