Felix had returned to his room and was now facing a mirror. He had taken off his sunglasses and was praying from his heart that the darkness he had been immersed in for all these years could be transformed into light. He wanted to see what he looked like, he wanted to know if he scared her or not with all his imperfections on his face. It meant so much to him to know that because Hell, she was going to sleep with him. since he had plunged into darkness, his hands had become what he saw with, but what he had never been able to see until then was his face. It was his and he was afraid of being repelled. At that moment he needed to really see her, not with his soul but with a mirror.
He still didn't know what had come over him to make such a proposition to her but he didn't want her to think
