A girl caught a bus to a certain post office in the neighborhood. She jumped off when the bus passed the post office and waved her hand to someone. It was her friend, waiting by the rustic gate of the old post office. 

"He gave you something," her friend said. The girl, in overwhelming sadness and confusion, went straight into the post office, followed by her friend, to pick up the package he had left for her. 

The package was sheets of papers, and it was not addressed to her, though there was a note addressed to her attached on the front. "Give this to S," the note said. After a whole day of confusion, such thing was no longer questionable - no longer needed questioning! Her friend was as clueless as she, so the only thing she could do was finding S. 

She walked and walked and in her way, thinking of how they hadn't talked for so long and wondered why he went this length of speaking to her through notes on package. At that time, it had already been two years since their last casual night out. Since the last time they were friends...

The girl's confusion was not something she only had for that day. She had felt it for the two years everything changed between them. They had stopped going out for talks and dinners, and meeting just the two of them. She had loved it; especially the long conversations they had every so often. She had confided in him, and perhaps depended on him without realizing, and she had lost a part in her when all that stopped. 

She wondered why he addressed the package to S when he wasn't supposed to know him.

Her feet brought her to S in no moment at all. Perhaps he knows the answer, she thought, and before handing the package, look up to his face. S stared at her as if she was pathetic, which she probably was anyway, and she hated it. She hated him because the package was addressed to him instead of her. 

"Why?" she barked. She handed the package but wouldn't let go before he answered her. S shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he said quietly, aware of the fact that she was shaken. S - and everybody else - was no stranger to the story of this girl and her guy. 

"Why is this package addressed to you? What is inside?" she begged. She had missed him for years and this was what she got. A note on a package to someone else.

S ripped the package for her. Inside was notes on some college lessons. Sketches she was not familiar with. She didn't understand the significance of it at all. She didn't even understand why he gave it to S. Darn, she didn't even know he studied all of those seemingly difficult graphics! 

"The package only says this is inherited to me," S answered. 

The girl knew S might not know the answer but she just had to ask the question. "Why did he stop talking to me? Why did we stop meeting up?" S shook his head in desperation as grave as hers. 

"Why did he stop being my friend?"

The girl was not sobbing, but it felt like the hollow in her heart choked her. She wanted to know if he had left because he had been afraid she wanted more. She did think they could be more, once, but definitely not if it meant she had to lose his friendship! Even the thought was unbearable for her wounded soul. She had lost two years of his friendship and she felt terribly sorry for everything. She missed him.