Later that night, when Elijah couldn't sleep—
Elijah's POV
Even though I only caught a glimpse of her,
Why do I feel like I've known her for years—
Yet today was the first time we actually met?
Her…
Her deep brown, almond-shaped eyes.
Such a common color,
Such a simple shape.
But why do I feel completely lost in those eyes?
She has the biggest smile—
Her cheeks lift so perfectly,
I could even see her molars when she smiled.
Funny, right? But that smile…
It's full of life.
I can't forget it.
And the headscarf she wore—
It made her look so angelic,
So… dreamy.
What am I even thinking?
It's late, I should sleep.
Wait.
The gifts she gave me… I forgot to really look at them.
Lucky I remember which ones she gave.
There's a ceramic bowl and spoon with delicate designs—
A t-shirt with a small, hand-stitched detail on the chest,
Not a brand logo or anything, but it's nice—I'll wear it soon.
A silicone sipper cover—wow, that's actually really useful.
I'll start using it even though I already have plenty.
A soft toy—perfect for hugging while I sleep.
A cap, and a knitted shirt—I can wear that at the beach next time.
And last, but definitely not least,
A vintage photo frame filled with pictures of me.
She's so thoughtful.
Wait—there's a letter here.
Let me read it…
Whaaat?
Is this for real?
She made all of these herself—except the cap.
The ceramic bowl and spoon, the hand-stitched detail on the t-shirt, the silicone sipper cover, the crocheted shirt, the designs on the frame, the soft toy… all handmade?
I'm blown away.
She must have spent so much time on each piece.
And she's from another country?
No wonder she looks so different… so special.
I picked up the letter she had written for me—
The one tucked at the bottom of the gift box,
The one she'd written from the depths of her heart.
I held it gently, smiling.
Wow… this looks like a love letter, hehe.
I've received a lot of those over the years. And honestly, they overwhelm me every time.
Let's see what this pretty Miss DIY girl wrote to me.
He turned the envelope over and chuckled softly.
Oh? Her name's written here... Nadia Rehmani.
So you're Nadia, huh?
He smiled wider.
Alright, let's see what you've got to say, Nadia....
He carefully unfolded the letter.
(Author's voice)
[[[[Dear readers, we're not reading this letter just yet.
It deserves its own moment, in its own chapter.
He finished the last line, and closed the letter slowly.]]]]]
"She's… really an admirer.
Her words… they hit something in me."
I placed the letter gently on the bed.
Looking up at the ceiling, a tiny smile tugged at my lips.
"Maybe…
We'll meet again,
Miss DIY."