She texts him, they keep in touch during her years at college. She graduates, and for a year, he doesn't hear from her very often, at all. Then, she texts him one day out of the blue. She wants to know if he can talk to her in a few minutes, a phone call. He agrees, he's alone in his apartment.
"Elijah." She greets, and he had almost forgotten how much he had missed her voice.
"Does your offer still stand?" She asks.
"Of course." He says, his voice may be calm, but he isn't. Elena is taking his offer, and he's thrilled. They coordinate times and dates, he'll be back in the states in two weeks. She sounds excited, and they talk for what seems barely any time at all before she swears and tells him they've been talking for hours. He's as surprised as she is. She yawns, and tells him she needs to sleep.
The next time he hears her yawn is on a private jet, next to him. He could have waited for her longer, he would have, he did promise always and forever to her, but he's glad it wasn't decades. Just a few years.