From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

Remember that stupid bucket list we made? I still laugh my head off every time I remember it.

You didn't come to school on Monday, but you came to my house afterward, because you wanted to make a bucket list before leaving.

I mean we went overboard with that thing. We wrote everything from bungee jumping to driving a submarine. We thought about every single little thing that we wanted to do ever since we were born and we wrote it down on the same notebook I'm using right now.

Some of your dreams were weird, dude. You idiot wanted to find your dead goldfish that your mom flushed when you were seven. Like, how?

But, despite filling what you claimed was four pages, we only ended up doing like two things before you left.

I was very disappointed to cross the submarine off the list, and you were just devastated when I refused to legally change my name into Felitown.

The first day, we decided to do some baking. You had never baked brownies and I happened to be an expert.

It was also mom's birthday, so we had an occasion to bake for.

You were a disaster. I was kind of prepared since you told me that you were a horrible cook, but I didn't think you were that bad.

Until you poured olive instead of vegetable oil.

I knew you did something wrong, I kept telling you that the batter smelled funny but you insisted that you followed my instructions word by word.

Let's just say, that was probably the worst treat mom got on her birthday.

We planned to make a second attempt the second day, but you never showed up. Not at school and not at my home. When I asked you about it, you told me that you weren't going to attend school for the remainder of the week.

That almost made me cry. I know I never told you this, but I got so used to you by my side. I couldn't imagine going through the rest of the school year without you. Of course, I pretended like I couldn't care less. I didn't know better at the time, I thought that maybe if I pretended that I didn't care, then it wouldn't hurt as much.

Heads up, that theory doesn't work.

I genuinely thought that we'd get to do a lot of things that week, but after the baking disaster, we actually only spent one day together.

You were busy with moving the other days, and although I understood that you had no choice, I just wish I had spent every single second in your company.

You still called, though. Which was fun. Even phone calls with you were better, everything was better with you.

Then on the last day before you moved, you managed to sneak out to spend the day with me. We could only pick one thing from the 'bucket list', so we decided to take a ton load of candy and hang out next to the nearby lake.

It was quite a chilly day, so there weren't that many people around. We sat cross-legged on the damp grass and ate away at the sweets bag.

By the time we were done, it was dark outside and we were lying on our backs with our tummies bloated. It had gotten even colder, so you asked me to let you fulfill your dream of being my boyfriend by letting you give me your jacket.

I didn't want to take it at first, because you already sounded tired and I didn't want you getting sick. But eventually, you managed to force it on me.

So we lied there, shoulder to shoulder. Just you, me, and the sky.

We spoke about everything and nothing. We played so many stupid games and talked about our childhood memories. You told me about the best way you cheated on a test, and I told you about how my science fair project exploded in class. Somewhere during our conversation, things took a deeper turn.

I don't even remember how we went from our favorite animes to how I wanted to commit suicide at a point in my life. But, we did. And you once again struck me with words that completely changed my view on life.

You told me that you had thought about suicide too, at one point in your life. But then, you had a realization. You didn't want to die, it was quite the opposite. You wanted to live. You wanted your life to change for the better, you wanted to pursue your dreams, you wanted to travel the world, have kids, and for your family to be better.

You told me that it only took you a few minutes to think of everything you wanted to achieve, to realize that suicide wasn't an option. You decided to work on your life, and on yourself. And according to you, that was why you were alive and breathing that day.

And only God knows how happy I was that you had that realization.