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Felix looked out in the garden, breathing carefully.

Minho watched him.

'I thought about giving Charon a letter for my mother'

'He isn't a messenger pigeon'

'He is the only one who regularly crosses Styx over to the mortal world'

'But not far into it. He's just there for a few minutes'

'He knows so much about everything going on there'

'That's because dead souls love gossiping. I don't know when he last saw some of the other gods - or actually talked to them'

'Oh'

Felix briefly closed his eyes.

'I'm sorry' Minho whispered. 'What would you write your mother?'

He slowly shook his head.

'Just... anything. That I'm alive. That I'm okay. That I miss her. And everything'

Minho looked at his side profile for a while.

'Maybe we can find a way'

'If she knows it's from down here, wouldn't she come to slit your throat?'

The other smiled hesitantly.

'Yeah, probably'

'Then maybe we shouldn't do it?'

'I don't care, Felix. If you wanna write a letter to her, then we'll find a way'

Felix nodded slowly.

Minho was still staring at his freckles.

The blonde took a shaky breath.

'I just miss it so much'

He let his head hang down.

'Everything. Every day. I thought it would get better over time but... it doesn't'

A tear freed itself and fell from his blonde lashes on his cheek.

Minho swallowed.

He wanted to hug Felix so bad, it was like an ache in his chest.

The younger sniffled silently, pressing his eyes close. More tears rolled over his face.

Then he was actually crying.

Not the angry, desperate crying Minho had seen before.

It was more silent. More sad, more vulnerable and... more intimate to witness.

Minho carefully reached out with one hand.

'Can I touch you?'

'Please don't'

Felix voice sounded choked.

Minho pulled his hand back.

'Thank you' he said quietly.

'Of course', the older whispered back.

Felix didn't want to show his vulnerable side to Minho.

He didn't want to let his guards down and let him see his actual pain and grief.

But at this point he was just tired from hiding it behind anger and hatred.

He was just tired of everything.

Minho silently added:

'Just know that whenever - or if ever - you should feel the need for someone to hold your hand or give you a hug... You can say it. I will'

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