Had he changed the combination again? Style sighed in frustration! In High school, it had been his Birthday! Then it had been the last 4 digits of his phone number, this past 18 months. What was it now? Had he gone back to his Birthday?

Working quickly, while the hallway was empty, he punched in Flyer's Birthday. Luckily it opened. He tossed in the blue paper roll, and pushed the Door closed again. Picked up his bag and dashed to his first class. He was late, and he would get a dirty look from his teacher, but it was worth it.

Style had been a little disappointed after yesterdays Swim Meet. He had stood on the Podium 5 more times, inches away from Fly, but hadn't been acknowledged. He should be happy that he had gotten, just that little bit.

For years he had pushed away his feelings, content to just stand back and watch. Content with his unrequited, one sided crush!

Maybe it was that little taste, that little taste of joy. That made him hunger for more!

Since starting University, they hadn't been in many of the same classes. It had been a good thing, he wouldn't be able to concentrate if Flyer was close!

Right time to work! His scholarship depended on his results. He couldn't slacken off now!

Fly sat through his first two classes. He wondered if anyone had visited his Locker this morning? He was itching to go and look!

This morning he had made the decision to change the combination! He had changed it back to his Birthday. It was the same combination he had used in High School.

If someone got into his Locker this morning, it would prove that it was the same person as 3 years ago! Only that person would remember this combo.

He could have made it something completely different, but he didn't want to make it hard. He didn't want to turn this person away! He had realized long ago, how important to him this person was.

He didn't see it straight away. The disappointment was just hitting, when he saw a familiar shade of Blue, way down the back, behind his textbooks.

His heart jumped, and he smiled as he withdrew the Small Roll. His friends were near, he couldn't look at it now. He tucked it into his Shirt pocket, giving it a pat.

Flyer resisted all through his 3rd Class, and into his 4th. It was burning a hole in his pocket, he had touched it through the fabric so many times, it was a wonder no-one had noticed.

Eventually it was just too much! He excused himself for a bathroom break, and left the room.

Outside the Hallways were empty, he walked halfway down to a bench seat and sat. He withdrew the roll and unfurled it.

He read.

The Only way of knowing a person, is to Love them Without Hope. - Walter Benjamin.

He frowned as he read it again! What was this? Why was this quote different?

It wasn't the usual type of uplifting quote he was used to.

Love without hope? That sounded dreadful!

Why a sad quote about Love all of a sudden?

None of the past quotes had been about Love. What did this mean?

He folded it and put it in his phone case. Then slowly returned to class. His footsteps echoing through the quite halls.

He sat through the rest of class, distracted. The quote playing on repeat in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. This unknown person, Loved him!