He just knew that such a pretty girl would love something pretty too.
Feliks had spent all night making a pretty, pink, love letter just for Natalya.
He nervously approached her desk, card in hand.
"Natalya?" Feliks spoke up, shyly.
"Yes?" She seemed annoyed, which was a very bad thing.
"I uh made you a gift, and I like totally like you." Feliks managed to say.
"I don't." The little girl took the card in to her hands, and tore it all up.
Little Feliks ran away in tears.
Years passed by in the blink of an eye.
"You should get over him." Katyusha sighed; she hated to tell her sister this, but she was worried that it would destroy Natalya and Ivan's familial relationship.
Those words replayed frequently in Natalya's mind; she did not want to not love Ivan.
She sighed, but found herself walking over to Feliks's desk.
He stood by it while he talked to his best friend, Toris.
"Feliks? Can I talk to you?" Natalya asked.
"Uh, sure. Toris, don't go. I like totally need you." Feliks answered.
"I meant alone." Natalya spoke as her eyes dropped to her feet.
Toris did leave much to Feliks's disappointment.
"My sister told me to move on, and you had a crush on me before. I've decided to give you a chance." Natalya confessed.
Feliks seemed shocked, and he kissed Natalya on the cheeks in his sudden rush of emotion.
"I still love you." Feliks breathed out in a rush, making Natalya's cheeks turn a light shade of red.
Natalya had never expected to be walking down the aisle about to marry Feliks.
Katyusha though was happy for them; Ivan wasn't very happy about this though.
He seemed to hate Feliks for whatever reason.