Short chapter about why Feliks was being so clingy, nya!
Feliks was riding his light bay Polish Warmblood, Klon Zwycięstwo, through a wooded area, suddenly they came up to a scene the blond never thought he'd see. Ivan and Toris were cuddling together happily. Tears formed in Feliks' eyes and they rolled down his cheeks, falling onto the saddle.
Feliks started awake, tears wet upon his cheeks. Why was he crying, shouldn't he support Toris if he's in love with Ivan? Why did his heart skip a beat everytime he thought of the brunette?
Feliks looked over at the table and saw the Lithuanian bit with a look of concentration on his face. At this beautiful sight, a surge of what can only be described as true love went through him. The realization of having feelings for his friend of eleven years had him both gasping for air and throwing himself at Toris at the same time.
So like, this is what love feels like? Feliks thought as he ate the muffins Torus had made.
I know thus was so short, gomenasai!