#ix.cs

His life was fucking exhausting, sure he loved his job- the adrenaline high he got from jacking cars and chasing down his competition with a pistol in hand, it filled the many holes he held within himself. But it was when he was home alone, buried in his thoughts trying to drench them in fuel made up of drugs and alcohol, that’s what drained him both physically as well as mentally. Felix was holding a mug of hot chocolate between both palms while he slowly began to slide the drink up the table, moving it until he had the room to rest his forehead amongst the cold table top. His brown orbs that usually glistened were closed tightly, his head was throbbing and he felt so damn sick and he couldn’t exactly pin point what was causing it. It was getting late, he’d been in this position for quite some time; almost like a haze had covered his whole being, and it wasn’t until the familiar click of heels rang through his ears that he raised his head. His favorite waitress always effortlessly caught his attention, and it helped with his current state of nothingness he was temporarily consumed in. He was somewhat embarrassed, Felix could only picture how vulnerable he looked and he hated it. Yet the boy wore a smile towards the female, voice softer than usual when he spoke. “It’s closing time, already?”