She'd nearly wandered throughout the entire grounds of the university before finally spotting him seated upon a bench, looking as though he did not belong to this day and age, his long black coat as always and a book in his hands, head down and focused. Beth knew all too well though that he was more than aware of the world around him though his gaze remained upon the pages before him and she sank down to her knees before him in a squating position so as to look into his eyes in the light of day.
"You're allowed to be happy and have friends Desmond...I'm allowed to have friends. But if you don't want to be friends then fine...I'll leave but I worry for you. I just want you to be happy. I can see the sadness in your eyes, when you saved my life, and turned away to protect me... there was something more beyond the darkness that you wished to shield me from, you looked broken. No one should live a life as only half the person that they are destined to be. Please... why do you run from life?" She asked, handing him back to the letter that he'd written to her. "I don't want this if it's a goodbye letter. You are worth more than that Desmond." She insisted, rising to her feet and taking a seat beside him.