You and Enoch have been friends since the first day of the collage, also you two are roommates, so it wasn't hard to get to know each other. You study psychology in college, he studies literature.

The day is ending, sun slowly goes down and hides behind the mountains. You sit on your bed, crocheting a blanket just to kill the time. Enoch is also sitting on the bed, his bed. He looks out the window, his head resting on the window frame. You can see tears sparkling in his dead eyes.