The single word echoes like the tolling of some horrible bell.

Over.

"Do you have any idea how much I've wanted you to do that?"

Over.

"I think I might be falling in love with you."

Over.

"A tree for you, an ocean for me. ... we're together. What happened today - it didn't take that from us."

Felix, he tries to say. His lips move, shaping the name, but he can't make a single sound.

Felix. No. Please.