Adrien's POV:

    I  was steamed.  No, I was livid.

   I  did not understand why Felix would say what he did.

   I  mean it.  

  It was like my cousin, did not understand how much Marinette means to me.

 I never stopped thinking about her.

 Believe me, I tried.

 Nothing worked, I  sighed.

  Ugh, Felix was wrong.

  Time would not heal my wound.

  Time was the cause of my troubles.

   It was all due to her being in a different time than me.

   I never believed that ridiculous statement, "Time heals all wounds, or  in time you will get over it."

   Ha, it is not possible.

    I  was sad, and angry all at once.

   I  sat on my bed and sulked.

   I did not wish to speak to him.

   I never wanted his help again.

   It was not as if he fixed anything.

   Nothing would fix it.

   Yep, it was the end of the world as I knew it.

     I  wept. I  wrote a letter that I could never send to her.  It explained how I felt in it, yet I was not sure I could ever bring myself to dispose of it.   

     I  tucked it into an envelope, wrote her name on it, and hid it in my sock drawer.

      I sat there unsure what to make of my crazy day.

      Find out more as the story continues in Chapter 8

      bye-bye, little owlets!

-Summer out!