Elyana's POV 
"I was calling you. Why were you not answering? You made me so worried." I thought I was hallucinating that I was hearing Felicity's voice, but he was truly there. 
Felicity carried me, laid me back on the bed in a more comfortable position, tucked me in, and gave me painkillers. He was scolding me while he was doing those, but the pain I was feeling was too much and I couldn't focus on anything he was telling me aside from what he said he heard me scream; that's why he knocked.  
I couldn't say anything while he was firing me with words. I was too dizzy at that moment to respond to him. As I waited for the medicine to take effect, I heard Felicity cleaning the broken glass on the floor. 
I had no choice but to stay in bed while hearing my son cry from the next room; however, I couldn't do anything at that moment. 
I waited for a few more minutes before the pain truly vanished. Aqui had already calmed down, but I was still bothered so I decided to get out of bed.  
"Where are you going?" I cupped my chest when Felicity suddenly yelled. I turned around and saw him sitting in front of my vanity mirror.   
He was looking intently at me through the reflection in the mirror. I thought he had already left and what on earth was he doing at the mansion when he was supposed to be in Cebu City? 
"I-I'm going to Aqui," I answered after I recovered.  
"Aqui is already sleeping now," he answered like nothing happened when I heard my son crying; he sounded like he was in distress.  
"Is he okay? Is he sick?" I inquired, unconvinced by his response. 
"Yes, he is fine; I am returning there now to accompany him," he said. I saw him gather things on the table and walk to the restroom carrying a box; I did not see what it was, but when he returned, I realized what it was because of the bandage on his pointing finger.  
"Did you hurt yourself?" I asked worriedly while looking into it. 
"This is nothing," he immediately uttered as he tried to hide it from me by putting it behind him. However, I thought of the broken glass that he cleaned while I was waiting for the pain to subside. 
"How do you feel now?" he asked. It was too obvious he only wanted to change the topic, but my mind remained on the wound he got on his finger and I couldn't help but blame myself. 
"Why?" I whispered, looking at his smile but I was hurting inside.  
I raised my gaze to look into his eyes. All I could see was the light in it. The gay who had so much willingness to help and care for me at all times. I am fortunate to have a best friend like him, but I felt selfish for making him do such a thing.  
I disliked how he appeared to be bound by the responsibilities he has for his son. Although he was not required to do any of them, for what was happening, he was also looking after me all the time, but he has been the same ever since.  
What am I thinking? There was nothing special. 
But I'd been trying so hard to ignore what was bothering my heart. I hate the thought that Felicity will one day be by someone else's side doing the same thing. I didn't care whether that person would be a woman or a man, but I was feeling selfish. 
I tried to erase those thoughts in my head just like I usually do, repeating that those were done because he was my best friend and he was asked to look after me, but my other thoughts were winning, making me wish that it could be easier if Felicity had a chance to fall for a woman.  
"Does it hurt?" I asked instead of answering what he asked. He was not the only one who could look after people and I was worried about his wound.  
He lifted his eyebrow before answering me, but he seemed to realize what I meant. 
"It's just a small cut. I already disinfected it and applied some ointment I saw on your medicine box," he confidently replied. "Try to sleep more. I'll go back to the nursery now," he added after I didn't say anything.  
I just nodded. He took that as his cue to leave. I just watched him until he exited the door, and it was only then that I took such a deep breath. It seemed like something was blocking my chest. The heaviness was familiar to me, unlike the feeling of sadness or pain. It was more like fear. 
I no longer know what to do. I couldn't let him do what he wanted. I knew it would become harder for me and my son eventually. 
I tried to go to sleep. My thoughts were hard to ignore. I dozed off after maybe an hour and when I woke up, the sun was already up.  
The kitchen was the first place I thought of visiting right after I did all my morning routine. They were preparing breakfast and I wanted to watch them so I could learn. I wanted to do it for my son, I wanted to be like Aunt Eugene, who was a pro inside the kitchen and could cook very well. 
As a start, I volunteered to cook crab soup. "Taste it, Daldalita." I was holding the spoon to hand it to her. The rejection on her face was obvious. She seemed afraid that I put something in the soup that would poison her. 
"Come on, it's delicious. Taste it quickly and tell me if you will approve it." I convinced her.  
She finally came closer and took the spoon I was holding. My smile grew wider as I watched her put the spoon near her mouth. While waiting for her comment, I suddenly heard my mother's raspy voice, and if I heard it correctly, she said, Felix.  
It was surprising because it was early in the morning and Felix had no prior notice that he would be visiting us at that time. Another reason was that there was no notification from the guard house that we had a visitor arriving. 
"It's delicious," Daldalita finally said, but my attention was not on her. I became curious about Felix's reason for coming, so I left the crab soup to Daldalita. 
I simply followed my mother's loud voice and it took me outside. Mom was still holding dry plant leaves she removed from the tall fortune plants we have in front of the mansion while speaking to our unexpected visitor. I overheard Mom mention Pretzel's name and with the way they talked, you will wonder how long it has been since they last saw each other. 
As I walked closer, Felix's hairstyle was the first thing I noticed. It fit him very well. His skin seemed to be getting smoother and lighter because the last time I saw him, he was a little tanner.  
I heard they mostly go back and forth to the small island because they are continuing to develop it. That also explained why he was getting tanner, but that day, he looked like a frequent customer of a dermatologist. 
Felix turned in my direction when I was a few steps away from them.  
"Hey!" I greeted him first. He smiled and when our eyes met, my jaw dropped.  
My brain didn't know what to believe at that time. Those eye colors were not Felix's. It was grayish when Felix's eyes were blue-ish. 
"Why are you looking at Felix like that, Ellie?" Mom asked me. 
"I want to ask the same. Is there something wrong, Elyana?" Felix asked. 
Hearing him speak made me even more confused. There was no difference in their voices. The way he stood and the way he wore clothes were identical to Felix's.  
The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I felt a mouse was crawling over my skin. It made me nervous and left me with a lot of questions. I couldn't decide which to believe as I stared at him, but who was he? Felix or Felicity?