From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

Damn, the day you left was definitely jinxed. The school decided to call mom that day and let her know that I was failing.

Mom wasn't exactly the happiest.

I never mentioned how hard school was for me because I was embarrassed. Imagine going from the top of the class to the bottom.

You don't need to imagine, I'm living proof.

So, mom made me skip. Love her for that.

That day, mom finally decided to listen to me for once, instead of that stupid therapist.

Especially since the emotions only came to me after you left and I turned into a sad little ball for quite some time.

I told her about everything. About how it was impossible to go to a normal school without my sight. About how I felt different around the other kids. About how I got bullied from time to time.

I told her about how therapy hadn't helped me one bit. How the therapist pressured me to talk about that night to the point where I refused to even speak about normal things with her.

I told her how I blamed myself for the divorce, about how dad's actions affected me a little bit more than I would have wanted.

I told her about how you managed to do more healing to me than what any therapy could ever do.

And she started crying.

I was very surprised since she hadn't shed a single tear around me in a while. She kept apologizing and sobbing and I didn't understand why for a little while.

I got why she might be sorry for not listening to what I had wanted to do instead, but she was crying so hard and apologizing so much that I couldn't help but think there was something deeper.

That day, everything changed.

You were gone, I dropped out of school to focus on learning braille so I could repeat my senior year in a proper high school, and mom started acting differently from that day on.

I can't quite explain how, but her behavior was different. She was acting extra nice and zoning out at random times. She started treating me like a fragile egg that was about to fall to the ground. And again, I just couldn't get why.

I'll admit that I was quite upset after you left, but I didn't show enough sadness for her to act that way.

I was acting quite normal, in fact. I enrolled in braille courses, I was trying to read those braille books for little kids, I tried calling you even if you didn't return any of my texts or calls, I even suggested that we go out somewhere just to make her feel better.

But, she didn't. She was acting like she knew something I didn't.

And apparently, she did.

She did know something I didn't.

She knew that you lied to me.

You never went anywhere, you didn't go to the airport that day, you were never busy moving because you were still in your house. A week later after you apparently left, mom still saw you around the neighborhood.

Mom was crying as she told me this and I didn't know how to react.

I genuinely thought you were my friend. My best friend. I tried so hard to make excuses for you, but I just couldn't find any. Why would you lie and say you're moving, just to cut me out of your life?

Was my company that bad? Did I make you upset when I didn't know how to comfort you? Was my lack of emotion too much for you? Or perhaps, you got bored of your pity party, and hanging out with me was just a little too much effort?

I didn't know the answer to any of those questions, but I have never felt as dumb as I did at that exact same moment.

I felt so damn stupid for believing that someone actually enjoyed my company, that someone actually wanted to be my friend, that someone actually enjoyed being around me.

Suddenly I believed every word I have been called before. I was a failure, a disgrace, a nuisance, an inconvenience, an ugly girl, and a boring one.

The thing that hurt me the most was that you were the one who made me believe I was none of those things.

And then you ruined it all with a single lie.