Elijah was funny during school, his who personality just trying to get people to laugh during any situation.

You knew him well and you two were friends, but you were relativity quiet and kept to yourself.

It was late out, late enough for the stars to shine and midnight blue overcast the sky.

You were sitting on a bench, your legs crisscrossed as you were reading a book under a warm street lamp.

It was cold and you were only in sweatpants, an oversized hoodie, and fluffy boots.

You enjoyed the outside, but felt someone clear their throat next to you.

You turned your head, seeing Elijah. His eyes weren’t on you, but his smile was his normal goofy one.