From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

Remember how I said you had a curious skeleton because you were always asking questions? Whether it be about why I never took off my shades, why I didn't attend a special school, or how I lost my sight, you just always had a question.

I remember the day you had one of those answered for the first time.

That day, despite the fact that I was sick, and I was even skipping school for it; I took off my hoodie and wore a short-sleeved T-shirt instead. I sighed in content when I also took my shades off.

I was born with heterochromia, it's a condition that causes different coloration in the skin, iris, or hair. For me, it's my iris and skin. My arms and back are a mixed-up coloration of light and dark skin. While one of my eyes is brown, the other is blue.

I've been bullied about it before, but I still never bothered to hide it. Even if I hated it, and believed it made me uglier, it was a part of me, it was what made me myself.

But then, things changed. Because back then, I couldn't stand if someone even knew about it.

It's amazing how much an action of one individual can have a lifetime impact on so many other people. And the thing is, no one seems to really realize that.

The moral of the story is, when no one was home, I just liked to pretend that nothing happened.

I would go inside my room, wear a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, then take off my shades, lay down on my bed, and plug in my earphones.

I let the music flow through my ears and closed my eyes. Not that it mattered, but when I closed my eyes, I felt like I made the choice to see nothing but darkness. It almost felt like if I opened my eyes I would see my mom's smile again.

Or maybe, my father would come home and tell me about his crazy day at work. Maybe I'd be finding ways to become the artist I've always wanted to be. Or maybe, I would be able to see what color the shirt I was wearing was, or see the clouds lining the sky one more time.

Just one last time.

I don't know why I'm telling you all this when you already know. I guess it just feels easy talking to you about anything even if it's just by writing on a piece of paper.

That day, when you had knocked on the door, I thought that you were my mom. I thought that she forgot the keys or something, which is why I opened the door to you the way I did.

I remember how I shrieked when you stopped mid-sentence in whatever stupid thing you were trying to say. I could feel your eyes burning my skin as I threw a hoodie on while trying to keep my calm.

You didn't mention it, instead, you asked for a Tylenol because you had a headache. You insisted on staying with me that day, even when I repeatedly told you that all I was going to do was sleep. well...you said you'll sleep with me before we laughed our heads off over how wrong that sounded.

Then, you started acting weird again.

You asked for an earphone and sat next to me on my bed. You didn't mind that I was sneezing every five seconds, nor the fact that I didn't want to do anything. We just sat next to each other, in silence. The only sound was the songs we would agree on playing in our ears.

Then you fell asleep again like you always did in class. I always wondered what made you so tired that you had to take a nap every day, but I didn't ask.

I slightly jumped when your head fell on my shoulder, but it didn't wake you up. I didn't wake you up either when I was trying to get your earphone out.

This time, I started acting weird.

I laid my head on yours, turned off the music, and closed my eyes as I fell asleep next to you without a single doubt or fear.

I don't remember how long I slept for, but I know that I didn't wake up in the position I fell asleep in.

I woke up with my head on a pillow, the covers pulled to my chin.

I had assumed you were mom because you kept checking my temperature while pressing cold cloths on my forehead, but you told me that you preferred to be called daddy instead.

That was one of the many times where I wished I could roll my eyes at you.

That was also one of the many times where I realized you were the sweetest boy I had ever met.

Especially when you mentioned that you ordered pizza.

I know I had threatened to kill you if you didn't help me with the essay since you apparently never submit anything, but I was the one to be the procrastinator at that time.

I don't know why. I guess it just felt nice to just get to know each other while we filled our tummies with pizza.

It felt nice to not worry about homework, to have a friend beside me. A real friend who just wanted to talk about dumb things.

Like your stupid obsession with Denzel Washington. You always dreamt of meeting him since he was the main reason behind your love for film making and movies in general.

I remember how offended you got when I pretended that I didn't know who he was. I wish I could've seen your face just from the gasp you let out.

But even if we were having a fun time, you had to leave soon after because of a text message you got.

Although I was curious to know why you were in such a hurry, nothing left me more dumbfounded than when you told me that my eyes and laugh were the most beautiful things you have ever heard and seen.

Well, right before you ran away because you didn't want me to slap you.

Before I even had a chance to react, you bolted out the door. Leaving me standing with a gaping mouth and a fast-beating heart.