Silence lingered between them, the weight of the story settling like an invisible pressure in the air, pressing against their chests.
Felix exhaled deeply, his fingers tracing the cover of the book as if drawing out the significance hidden within its pages. "Sounds like a hell of a ride. But I think I know what to do, thanks to your short story."
Before Milo could respond, Felix moved with sudden urgency, his hands working swiftly as he returned the novels he had gathered back onto the book stack. Each thud of a book against the shelf felt like a decision solidified.
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" Milo's voice, laced with curiosity, cut through the moment.
Felix turned toward him, gripping his shoulders, firm yet gentle. "I need to leave now. Sorry, but I can't stay any longer."
Milo blinked, confusion flickering in his eyes. "That's sudden. Out of nowhere."
