I filled the cup with water before gulping it down. I pressed my palms on the counter, closing my eyes. How hard could it be to unwrap the gift Vincent gave me? Excitement bubbled inside me, my fingers trembling and sweat dripping down my forehead. The gift was wrapped in a newspaper with ribbon tied around it. I drew the strings open before removing the newspaper gently, trying my best, not to tear it apart.
My breath hitched at the bracelet inside the box. The brown, knitted bracelet was placed gently inside a wooden box. My fingers brushed the art with utmost admiration. The small metal plate on the top of the knitted bracelet shun brightly. There was a note resting on the side of the box and I took it out with my shaky fingers. The bold cursive was reigning the paper, the fountain ink
