Letters to Elijah

Dear Elijah, It was my first day back. Mom said te cancer was gone, for now. Everything happened exactly as i imagined. I got the pity stares. I got the welcome flowers. I got the 'you deserved it' comments. I got the 'were you pregnant?' jokes too. What i didn't get was my empty spot behind the school cafeteria. You were there. I had heard of you. Leather jackets and cigarretes. They said you work for a gang. You kill. And steal. And kill. I smiled and waved. Then politely asked you to leave. You didn't answered so i huffed and sat next to you on the wooden bench. It was my bench. I told you about my day, you didn't seem to care. I liked that. Little did i know you were listening. I gave you half my sandwich. Little did i know that was the only thing you had eaten in two days. And i started thinking, what are you doing for you to not eat in two whole days? It seems weird until, we talked, and be comfortable to each other. Well, i talk and you listened, or not. I wished you goodbye. I think it might be our bench now.