From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

I used to love the dark with everything that I had. I wore nothing but dark clothes, and I always turned off the lights when I had the chance. I longed for night time, so I could watch the light slowly fade away and be replaced by the rays of beautiful darkness. Heck, even my phone background was a pitch-black one.

Noticed how I used the past tense?

I didn't stop liking it because I'd dealt with it too much, but rather because now, I have no choice but to.

But I don't need to tell you that, you already know. Everyone did. Maybe not everything, but I wasn't known as Felicity Drew at school, I was known as the blind girl. The freak who acted horribly to people and who was also a teacher's pet.

Of course, some of the assumptions made about me were true, while some were not.

But you had a curious bone in your body. In fact, a curious skeleton. You wanted to know everything about anything, and I was something that piqued your interest.

I still can't decide if I'm happy about that or not.

But, I still remember the first time I met you.

I was late because I had fallen back asleep in the morning, and so I ended up going to school at the same time as everyone else, unlike every day where I went super early.

I remember how nervous I was because I was afraid someone would prank me again. I know, I know, it had been a while since that girl pretended to help me cross the street and ended up leaving me next to the small pond behind school. But, it still made me nervous.

Especially when that was exactly how you approached me. You looped your arm through mine, and when I snapped and asked you were, you said that you were Felix Hunter and that you were there to help me cross the road.

I thought you were just another guy who wanted to prank me, so I snapped and screamed at you, I even tried to hit you, but you didn't care.

You said you were on a mission. You put my hand over your heart and vowed that you intended nothing but good. 'Cross my heart and hope to die,' you said.

I don't know why I didn't do it. Maybe it was the steady beat of your heart under my palm or the fact that you told me you only came to help when a bike almost ran into me, or maybe it was just that I needed a friend. But, I didn't take my arm back the second time you wrapped yours around it.

I can't lie and say I felt safe, or that it felt right. My heart was beating fast for all the wrong reasons. It felt so wrong, I felt so weird. But, for soem odd reason, I couldn't stop listening to you talking a mile a minute about your deep hatred for math.

You also talked about how you skip all the time, and how you sleep through all the classes. I couldn't care less at the time until you mentioned that you were my seat-buddy in Mr. Mathews' class.

History was my favorite class and Mr. Mathews was my favorite teacher, and I hate how it felt to know that you probably will take away the alone time I had at that class.

Of course, you did. You wouldn't stop talking, and Mr. Mathews didn't stop you since he was always telling me to make friends. And when you would finally shut up, I could feel your eyes on me. Or maybe it was someone else, I still can't be too sure.

One thing I'm sure about is that I hated it.

I hated being looked at, especially by you. I couldn't tell what you were looking at me with. Was it hate, pity, love?

Or were you looking at me the way I would look at myself hadn't I lost my sight?

Disgust.