Felix was a blur behind the keyboard. In the world of chat support, speed was king—and he reigned like a caffeinated monarch with zero chill. His fingers danced across the keys like lightning on glass—fluid, precise, and honestly, kind of scary. He wasn't just fast—he was ridiculously fast!
Tickets closed in seconds. Customers barely had time to explain their frustration before Felix was already sending the satisfaction survey. His team called him "The Dexterity Demon." Management called him "Top Agent." Felix just called it Tuesday.
Inside the BPO office, surrounded by blinking monitors and the smell of burnt coffee grounds, Felix thrived. While others fumbled with templates and backreads, he flowed through the queue like some kind of mythical creature—half-human, half-keyboard. Someone once joked that he must sleep with his fingers doing warm-up drills. He didn't deny it.
After another day of breakneck chats and back-to-back resolutions, he finally clocked out, rubbing the familiar ache in his wrists. His shift badge gave a final beep of freedom as he walked past the biometric scanner. The city outside had started to hush beneath the golden glow of twilight.
Backpack on, earbuds in, he headed toward the train station—same route, same steps, the digital noise of the day still faintly echoing in his head.
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The platform was nearly empty—just a sliver of stillness in the growing dusk.
Then, his eyes found her. A lone figure at the edge, her silhouette trembling against the fading light. She was fragile—like a leaf caught in the wind, or a page on the verge of being torn from a book. Her shoulders quivered, her head bowed low as if the weight of the world pressed down on her.
Felix's heart skipped a beat. Something felt wrong.
Then, she moved.
Without a second thought, his legs were in motion—faster than he'd ever run. No time for questions. No time for hesitation. It was pure instinct, the kind that rose from deep within. He could hear nothing but the pounding of his heart, the rush of blood in his ears, as his hands reached for her.
He caught her just as she leaned toward the abyss—the tracks below her like an inevitable fall.
"No—let go!" she screamed, her voice raw, filled with terror, her body fighting against him with all her strength.
"Wait—don't!" Felix shouted, gripping her tighter, pulling with all the strength his body could muster. "Please!"
The struggle was frantic, wild. Her pain, palpable and sharp, wrapped around them both like chains. Felix's mind raced, but his body moved faster. He couldn't let go, couldn't lose her.
But in that struggle—clutching, pulling, trying to save her—everything went wrong.
They slipped. They fell.
The deafening wail of the train's horn sliced through the air. Felix looked up, eyes wide, the oncoming train a monstrous blur of steel and fate.
In that moment, he knew what he had to do.
With every ounce of strength he had left, Felix shoved her away from the tracks. She tumbled, just out of reach, her body jerking to safety.
But there was no time for him.
The train came roaring down the tracks, its lights blinding in their intensity. Felix didn't look back.
A flash of light. A thunderous sound.
And then—nothing.
..But darkness.