Felix’s POVThe low, rhythmic bass coming from the headset was the only thing keeping the current stress from sending me into a full mental breakdown. I was deep in the ranked mode, my back half-propped against the pile of pillows I hadn’t bothered to smooth out in a week, the empty bottles of sparkling water and half-eaten chip bags scattered across the floor. This room was a mess, no lies, and frankly, it wasn't much of a big deal, at least not with my current state of mind.Then the door swung inward.I didn’t even need to look. The change in air pressure, the sudden lack of oxygen, the sharp, expensive scent of my mother’s perfume, it was a sensory cue I’d been conditioned to since I was like ten. I tensed up, knowing exactly what flavor of hell I was about to be served.“Felix.”shit! not her againI sighed, a long, dramatic sound that definitely didn’t help my cause. I tried to push past the moment, focusing on the screen, trying to clutch the round but nothing was helping, seei
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