From: Felicity Drew.

To: Felix Hunter.

I don't remember how long it had been since I met you on that particular day, but I do know that it was enough for me to be weirded out by how much I missed you.

You know what I'm talking about, right? It was the final day before the deadline and we had to give the essay to Mr. Mathews. You were so adamant about submitting the essay together, only to never show up at school.

Damn, I still remember how lonely it felt to sit alone again. Also, I had kind of forgotten about the idiots who tried to prank me and ended up sitting on a wet chair. I still don't know what the hell they poured on that thing, but it sure wasn't good.

I guess the only reason they hadn't tried a stunt in a while was that you were always there with me.

Anyway, if I still haven't made myself clear, that was also the day we went to the park. The first and last day we ever stepped foot in there.

I remember you calling me and telling me that you had a problem. I was so freaking worried. I was so damn scared that something had happened to you. Or maybe you were going through a rough time alone. That was the only reason why I accepted your request to accompany you to the park.

I had thought that the most surprising thing about that day was the way you attacked me in a hug the moment I opened the door. Especially since you claimed that you were upset because we couldn't have a ship name since our names started with the same three letters.

But that slowly changed after the bombs you dropped on me during our little outing.

When you first told me your parents were getting a divorce, I didn't know how to react.

Maybe you didn't know at the time, but my parents had gotten a divorce just a few months back.

And it was all because of me.

I never had someone to talk to about how the divorce was affecting me. Mom always tried of course, but she was having a very rough time and I didn't want to make her feel worse. She never knew I blamed myself and she never will. So, I never had someone to comfort me.

That's why I didn't know how to comfort you. I'm sorry that I never learned.

I felt so useless as you tried to make light of the situation. I knew that you did care, that it was affecting you even if you claimed it didn't. And I feared that you blamed yourself the way I did. I didn't dare ask you though. What if you didn't, and I ended up planting the idea in your head?

Despite the fact that you always speak a lot (rants were your specialty), you spoke very little about the situation and how you felt about it.

I hated that. I hated that you weren't talking to anyone. I knew how it could break you, I knew how the guilt can get to you, but I didn't do anything. I didn't know how to. All I did was apologize and hold your hand.

I'm sorry about that. I'm sorry that I didn't make you feel better. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you.

And as if all of that wasn't enough, you told me that you were moving out of state because of the divorce.

I don't know who was supposed to comfort the other in that case. Neither one of us did, because you turned it into a joke about how I won't be able to breathe air without you.

Maybe that was your way of comforting yourself. You know, the way you turned everything into a joke and made light of every situation possible.

Amidst all this, you told me that you only had one week before you left and that you wanted to spend it with me.

Starting with a date.

That I said no to.

But, mom was eavesdropping behind the door and of course, she didn't allow me to refuse.

So, we ended the night with a one-sided agreement to go on a date the next day.

Although I wasn't nervous, because we both knew it wasn't actually a date. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

I couldn't stop thinking about one of the very few days that I'll get to spend with my best and only friend.