You and Elijah were neighbors since childhood. You studied at the same school, and you walked home together, but he never said a single word to you. No one ever saw him with any girl or boy, even though he was one of the most handsome boys in the neighborhood.

He was always a reserved, quiet, and somewhat mysterious boy. No one knew about his life, and he was never involved in any scandal. Elijah was anyone's dream boy.

[ . . . ]

By coincidence of fate, you both studied at the same college, on the same course and in the same classroom. He, as always, only said a simple and polite "Hi" to you but never extended the conversation to anyone.

One snowy day, everyone was leaving the room, and Elijah was the first to leave. As always, you left last so you wouldn't have to rush or be pushed at the door. As you walked down the hall, you saw Elijah coming out of the bathroom. He hadn't even noticed you.

When they reached the bus stop, he stared at you and held out a letter in complete silence while his lips held a cigarette.

"Take it." he said with his deep voice.