Dear Wynn,

People always questioned our friendship. They wondered how someone like you could possibly have a friendship with someone like me. You were the sun, and I was the darkness that took over every night.

I don't entirely understand how we were compatible friends either. We ran in different circles. I was in my own circle, while yours was filled with friends and laughter and...joy.

We even looked opposites. Your dark, olive skin paired with your sleek black hair made you a beauty, in stark contrast to my own pale skin and stringy brown hair. I never minded how you were so much better looking than me. I always thought that you were so beautiful that maybe some of it could shine on me as well.

You never obsessed over things like I did. Always so calm and cool, whilst I was so paranoid over the smallest things. I admired you for that, although I never told you. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

I can't help but wonder if this was the trait that killed you. If you weren't always so calm and collected, maybe you wouldn't have been murdered for discovering things you really, really shouldn't have.

Sincerely,

Maia