From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

I had thought that activating my 'I hate this person, therefore, they don't deserve my attention' mode was definitely going to help me forget you.

Spoiler alert, it didn't.

That time, I was the one with the weird behavior.

I just kept thinking and thinking and thinking. I was slowly falling back to the person I was before I met you, and honestly, I was not proud of that.

I talked less, laughed less, slept more and was just a little jerk.

I just freaking hated it. I hated how I was dumb enough to think you were a friend. I felt played.

I hated how you refused to answer my calls and reply to my texts. I hated how I couldn't just stomp down to your house and strangle you for getting my hopes up over nothing.

I hated everything. I hated you.

I thought so hard about the time we spent together, I needed something to resent you. But, I couldn't remember a single bad thing. I couldn't think of a single time where you said something to hurt me.

Which made me even more curious about the thing that you just pulled.

Somewhere along the way of us spending a lot of time together, I realized that you were a contagious boy. You had a contagious laugh, contagious positivity and a contagious attitude. Because at that moment, I feel like I had developed an even bigger curious bone than you.

That's why I called you one last time, and when you didn't answer, I asked mom to drive me to your house.

I was very surprised again by her reaction. She was so happy that I decided to confront you, she was rushing me out to the car and grabbing her keys as fast as she could. But, as she drove us to your house, her excitement died down.

She was telling me to be prepared for anything, to stay strong no matter what you had to say. Her concern didn't help how fast my heart was beating.

It took us like a minute to get to your house. It makes sense since you lived only like a block away. But, we just got there so soon that I got afraid to ask you. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear your voice again.

But I also couldn't go back home with no answers.

Mom helped me walk to your door before I had a chance to back away, she rang the doorbell, then I heard her walking back to her car.

As I waited for someone to get the door, I could hear screaming inside the house. I think it was your parents fighting. I could vaguely hear what they were saying, most of the words were muffled by the closed door.

I felt kind of awkward as I waited there, I was contemplating going back to the car, especially when I heard your voice joining the conversation.

Then, someone opened the door. I couldn't tell who it was at first, but I guessed by your silence that it must've been you.

It was then that I heard what your parents were fighting about.

Your father was saying that you were a spoiled little brat for sleeping all day and not working.

And your mom was calling him an insensitive bastard because he knew you needed the rest in order to get your brain tumor removed.

When I heard that, I suddenly forgot what I was there for. My breath hitched in my throat and my heart-beat increased wildly. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I just turned around and tried to walk back to the car without tripping on anything.

I could hear you calling my name as I got in the car, but I refused to listen to you. I couldn't face you.

Luckily, mom complied and drove me home without any further words.

It was only then that I realized she must've known from her job in the hospital.

My mind was blank as we entered our house, I went into my room without a single word and locked the door.

And then I just...stood there.

I couldn't think of anything. Not the memories, not the laughs, and definitely not the lies.

Until I heard you knocking outside my bedroom door. I could hear you crying, as you begged me to open the door, and that's when I finally cracked.

Hearing you, the most positive and strong person I have ever met break down like that.

It broke my heart.

The anger I felt towards you was melted away as I opened the door and attacked you in a tight hug. I could hear you apologizing through your sobs as you held me tighter than you have ever done before, and suddenly everything came rushing back.

The times you've been there for me, the jokes you told just to make me laugh, the guy you beat up just to protect me, the essay you worked hard on just to not cause me a grade, the way my heart would flutter every time we made contact, and the way you helped me through so much.

And as we stood there, our sobs echoing around the room while we held each other in a vice grip, I realized that I hated it. I hated how the moment I realized I was losing you, was also the moment I realized that I loved you.