The night they shared

As Nate turned to leave, Marianne walked towards Felix. Marianne hesitated for a moment, conflicted by the vulnerability in Felix's intoxicated state. She couldn't ignore the sincerity in his words, even if they were blurred by the effects of alcohol. Taking a deep breath, she continued to clean his face, her movements gentle yet tinged with a sense of resignation.

His eyes half-opened, and a faint smile lingered on his lips. His hands reached out, seeking hers, and in that vulnerable moment, Marianne felt a twinge of the complicated emotions that had defined their shared history.

Felix's voice slurred as he mumbled, "I... still love you."

Marianne froze, her heart skipping a beat at Felix's confession. The words hung in the air, their weight echoing through the room. She stopped wiping off his face and was about to leave when Felix's hands reached out to her and grabbed her closer to him. She could smell the alcohol from his mouth. They were inches apart.

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