Feliks stared down at the boxes before him that spelled heartbreak from their full abysses.
He wanted to do anything else but move them outside to be set in the moving truck before his house; he wanted to throw them against the wall and watch them shatter either tarnishing what was inside or breaking.
The Polish man had never been one for such angry nearly aggressive moments and moments, but now that was what he only wanted to do as he did not want this to end.
He did not want to have move on with his whole life left barely intact.
He wanted Toris back.
Feliks wanted long yet short days filled with ice cream and mini fashion shows.
He wanted warm and innocent kisses and hours of cuddling, barely even thinking to do anything else.
The Pole wanted a warm body to lay beside as they spoke of all of their past hopes and dreams and their current ones.
He wanted someone that was a best friend and more, someone that he could tell anything to; he wanted Toris back.
Feliks wanted silly afternoons spent with dorky humor and another that sometimes could be just as shy as he was yet also could be more confident than himself.
He wanted to laugh that freely again and to remember all those times together while knowing that they could make many more memories together, just the two of them.
Feliks could only hope that Toris would want that too, and that they would find their ways back into each other's arms.
He longed to hear Toris talk about anything that he was passionate about and just anything.
The Polish man longed to be able to be as free with Toris as they'd once been as they'd been not to long ago.
Feliks wanted to be by Toris's side again and to continuously learn more about him and to know that even if something happened, and he forgot everything about Toris that the Lithuanian would still be by his side.
He didn't want this.
He didn't want the emptiness or the heartbreak or any of the pain.
He just wanted Toris, who'd always made him smile and laugh and who reminded him everyday of every good quality in himself, his boyfriend of many years, and the world.
Now, Feliks didn't even have that.
All he had was empty days to look forward to though he'd actually dread them and moments spent trying to relive happiness and recall himself, a part of him that only seemed very life with Toris.
He knew that he couldn't quite move on from Toris though moving away, packing and attempting to hide the old memories, and may be discovering a new love in a new place would help.
Feliks only hoped so or at the very least that Toris would change his mind and that they'd be together once more to make many new memories and even better ones too as Toris always made the best ones.