Elena lingers in the doorway, knocking lightly on the frame. Elijah looks up, and smiles at her.
She's going to miss that smile.
"I applied to Oxford," Elena says, instead of greeting him.
Elijah stands, walking around his desk and approaching her.
"And?" Elijah asks when Elena doesn't continue, tilting his head curiously.
"I got in," she tells him. "I'm going."
"Congratulations," Elijah replies, still smiling.
He looks… proud.
Of her.
"Congratulations?" Elena repeats, her voice questioning. Doesn't he realize what this means, for them?
"When do we leave?" Elijah asks.
Elena throws her arms his neck and kisses him.
