Felix's healing didn't happen overnight, but it came with powerful realizations. Through the quiet of his recovery, one truth echoed louder than the rest a man is always by himself. Whether he fails in love or stumbles in life, it is not the responsibility of others to fix him. Not his parents. Not his friends. Not even the person he once loved.
Healing, Felix understood, is no one's duty but his own. Depending on others for happiness or healing, he realized, was like wounding himself with his own hands. That kind of hope hope in others to save him had betrayed him before. Now, he chose to place that hope within himself.
For the first time in a long while, Felix began to think clearly. His thoughts softened. They weren't soaked in grief or fear anymore. He started seeing the world with a hint of optimism. Maybe just maybe it had something to do with the little girl who reminded him that love could still exist without loss. That not everything he cared for would be taken away.
Sometimes, life offers small, unexpected gifts little moments or people that quietly change how we see the world. For Felix, that shift sparked something within. A sense of hope. A reason to dream again.
He began to believe that he could do better, become stronger. That he could still grow into the best version of himself not in spite of his pain, but because of it.
And with that belief, Felix didn't just begin to heal.
He began to live with purpose.