From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

I wish I could tell you that after I realized my undying love for you as you would've called it, we had a little montage where we went on an adventure to find you a cure or a doctor who had never failed before.

But that didn't happen. This is cancer we're talking about. It went beyond you and me. It went beyond anyone.

And I hated that there was nothing I could to help.

We also had very little time.

After we were done being emotional messes, you told me why you had lied to me.

You said that you had wanted to protect me from more hurt. You had thought that I was better thinking you cut me off than knowing you lost your life to cancer. You said that I already had too much on my plate, and that I didn't need to add your health to the equation.

When I told you that that was not what I wanted, that I would have wanted to spend every last second by your side, you apologized once again. And just like the very first day we met, you placed my palm on your heart and promised that you had intended nothing but good.

Although this time, your touch made my skin tingle and your heart was beating a little too faster than average.

Then we talked about what I was most afraid of; your operation. I remember how hopeful we were when you said it had a 70% chance of succeeding.

The tumor wouldn't be completely gone, but you wouldn't be dead either. You didn't have the money for both the operation and chemotherapy, so you were going to do the operation, then try and find the money for the chemo later.

The operation was only one day away.

That was a huge slap to the face.

Not a minute later, your mom came knocking on our door demanding that you come out. You apologized again for her over-protective behavior, but I got it, I would've acted worst.

You didn't want to make her more angry, so you went back home with her after I promised to be in the hospital tomorrow to meet you there.

I was on the verge of tears the entire night, but I refused to cry. I wanted to be strong for you, you didn't need to see anyone upset, you needed positivity and good attitude and I was going to try my best to give you that.

So after a restless night, mom drove me with her to work. She apparently found out by accident too when she heard the nurses talking about how young you were, and you made her swear multiple times not to say anything.

I wanted to get mad at the two of you for hiding it from me, but I knew there was no point. And no time to waste being angry.

When I got to the hospital, I only waited for a few minutes before you arrived with your mom. You sounded so tired and nervous that I wished I had some sort of power to rid you of the stupid cancerous tumor.

But all that was in my power was to stay by your side, and I'm sorry that it wasn't enough.

We tried to keep it light as you settled in your room, and your mom was actually quite sweet. I don't know if you know this, but she did apologize for her behavior and explained that she was just going through so much stress. She is such a sweetheart, honestly.

The three of us spent the day talking about different topics and making some light jokes. It felt nice to hear your laugh again. Though it was soul crushing to hear the same laugh that brought me back to life sound so tired and empty.

But, you were still so hopeful. We all were. Everything was looking good, the doctor was feeling extremely confident and there was no sad atmosphere in the room.

You were going to make it.

Sometime during our talk, you craved ice cream. Your mom didn't even give it a second thought before she sprinted outside to get it for you.

And so you and I stayed alone in the room and you said that you wanted to show me something. So you took my hand and gently placed it on your head, which lacked the mop of soft hair you had.

I tried my best to hide the surprise on my face and told you that it felt beautiful.

Masking my tearful eyes with a smile was a challenge, especially after I felt your tear on my hand when you placed a soft kiss on my palm.

Now that I knew, you didn't bother hiding your pain from me. You told me that you were in absolute agony, that you were so scared of what was to come next. You said that you still had things you wanted to do, places you wanted to visit, and people you needed to love.

With every sentence you spoke, a tear slid down my cheek.

It felt so bad, so freaking horrible to hear you suffer. Knowing that all the time you didn't spend with me was because you were in way too much pain to pretend, was just soul-crushing.

I hope you didn't see me cry. I wanted to stay strong for you, I swear. But, I just couldn't take it like the little wuss I am.

Nighttime came quicker than I had hoped. Mom allowed me to stay the night on the couch in your room since we all refused to leave you alone.

I know you never found out why, but the reason your mom didn't stay was because your father came to the hospital and caused a scene. She had to take him home before you found out and got upset.

You had a huge headache, so after you took the painkillers the nurse gave you, you said you'd try and get some sleep.

I know I didn't get any.

Because every time I closed my eyes I would hear you throwing up in the bathroom, or I would hear you sob under the covers of your bed.

I know you didn't want me to see you, but I couldn't just lie there and let you suffer alone. You didn't complain either when you sobbed in my neck and held me so close on the small hospital bed.

And although I was tired of feeling pain all the time, I was ready to give up everything I had just to take yours away.