From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

I'll admit that you actually never acted weird. You were just too nice, too cheerful and too happy for me to consider it normal.

That is until you actually started acting weird.

The first weird thing you did was that you didn't want to come inside after we came back from the park that day.

Even after I invited you.

I gotta admit, I was very surprised. But, I didn't think much of it because you were a person who had a life. Plus, you had left before because of your mom's calls, so it wasn't something new.

The second weird thing you did was when we wanted to submit our essay, only for you to announce that you forgot it.

At the time, I really didn't care even if you kept apologizing. We still had time and you could've just brought it tomorrow.

But you were so nervous, and I didn't need to see it to know that.

You kept tapping your fingers on the table and squirming in your seat.

It just felt so...weird. It was so out of character of you. So I asked if you were okay, and you said that you were fine.

But the squirming didn't stop and the tapping continued. So I placed my hand on yours after finding it and repeated my question.

Honestly, I don't know why I did that. But this takes us to the third weird thing that you did.

You flipped your hand under mine and interlaced my fingers with yours, bringing both our hands off the table. You sighed and said that you were fine again.

I would have asked you again, but the way your thumb was caressing the back of my hand made me too flustered. Not uncomfortable, it just made my heart beat so much faster and heat travel up my neck.

At this point, I had started questioning your cheerful demeanor. I had started thinking that it might be fake.

And God knows, I hoped it wasn't.

But, you just kept on getting more and more unhappy- if that makes sense. Or maybe I just never paid attention, I could never be sure.

When you called me that evening to ask about where Leonardo Da Vinci was born, it took me less than two seconds to realize that you lost the essay.

I was pretty upset if I'm being honest. We had worked very hard on that essay and I was happy for it to finally be out of the way. But for some odd reason, I couldn't get angry at you.

You never sounded the way you did. You sounded so...tired. You kept apologizing and apologizing to the point where I thought you were about to cry.

Then when I invited you to come over, you were almost speechless when I smiled at you. Okay, now that I think about it, it could've been because of the fact that I wasn't wearing my shades. My eyes could be a little eye-catching at first.

As we retyped the essay, I noticed that you just weren't acting the same. Whether it was with how you would type so fast then stop all of a sudden, or maybe how your shoulder brushed against mine whenever you sighed.

I gotta admit, I was the curious one here when I asked you again if you were okay. But, I just couldn't help myself. I hated the fact that you were sad and troubled. And honestly, I'm only realizing this now as I write this letter, but you were very good at avoiding questions.

The moment I asked you, you started making inappropriate jokes and distracting me enough to forget about both my question and the essay.

I've never laughed as hard as I did that day.

And with the way we are now, I don't think I ever will.