Chapter Four: Cry?

                                    

                                          
Dedicated To: DarkestHourOfNight
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Chapter Four: Cry?
                          
Point of View: Felix
                          
Felix shoved his laptop into his suitcase, along with the few clothing items he had managed to unpack. Though he should have felt angry, Felix only had the loss of a friend plaguing his mind rather than the sharp pain of anger. 
                          
Yes, Cry had wrongly accused him. Yes, Felix had done nothing wrong.
                          
But Cry had honest intentions, and the passion in his voice was obvious - he cared for Felix. He cared so much that at the slightest idea Felix had done something unmentionable, Cry immediately affronted him and faced the matter instead of simply ignoring it. 
                          
Felix was lucky to have a friend like him.
                          
But that was over now, and he had to get the hell out of there before he encountered Cry again.
                          
Where am I going to go now?
                          
Home.
                          
Where Marzia is?
                          
She didn't really do anything wrong... She just got overexcited at the wrong time. Maybe I was moving too fast. Maybe we shouldn't have broken it off.
                          
What about... Cry?
                          
It was never going to happen, and it certainly won't now - not with our friendship botched over a stupid miscommunication. 
                          
I guess you're right.
                          
It was settled then. He would go back home, patch up his relationship with Marzia, and forget that this whole thing ever happened. He would forget that Cry ever happened. 
                          
Clicking off the light in his room, Felix towed the suitcase down the hall and to the front door. After hurriedly rummaging around to make sure everything was there, he opened the door...
                          
Only to pause after hearing a moan drift from one of the rooms behind him.
                          
That was odd.
                          
"Cry?" Felix called out uncertainly. There was no response. What is going on? Is there something wrong with Cry?
                          
"It's probably nothing," he muttered to himself, struggling to ignore the panic racing through his mind. "But maybe I should check on him, just in case."
                          
Shutting the door, Felix turned down the hallway. Unfortunately, six doors lay before him and he had no idea which one Cry was in.
                          
"Cry? Where are you? Is everything okay?" Again, silence. "Cry, you're starting to worry me..."
                          
Another moan reached Felix's ears, seemingly coming from the first door on the right. His gut told him to open the door, but he stopped himself.
                          
What if Cry was just going to the bathroom? Or even worse, taking a bath? It would be horrifying if Felix walked in on him like that.
                          
But then again, there was a chance he could be hurt... And Felix didn't want to take that risk.
                          
Reaching out a shaking hand, he turned the doorknob and pulled... The sight before him was so devastating that Felix's heart lurched.
                          
In front of him was... A white door. Meaning it hadn't opened. Meaning it was locked.
                          
(Trololololol)
                          
Dammit, Cry, what've you done?
                          
Swearing under his breath, Felix knocked loudly and pressed his ear to the door.