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When I opened my eyes that morning, I realised just how late I was. Living by myself so close to the university, fate made sure that my room was a popular hangout spot. The previous night I’d been drinking with friends again, and there was no denying that we’d drunk too much.
I decided to pick up breakfast from the convenience store and rushed out of the house. Just as I reach out to grab my bag, I noticed a box by the entrance. It just sat there, but something about it drew my attention.
It was wrapped neatly and precisely, and there was even a ribbon attached. It looked just like a present. I couldn’t think of why anyone would send me such a thing.
Did someone from the night before forget it? I hoped that maybe someone left it in exchange for all the trouble they’d gotten up to, but there was no way they’d care that much. If they had done it, it would be a prank, not a present.
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come to a conclusion, and I was pressed for time, anyway. I’d open it when I got home.
When I got home after class, the box was gone. Everybody always hung out at my place, sure, but I was the only one who had a key. And yeah, I was in a hurry, but I at least checked that the door was locked before I left.
Still, the box was gone.
What on earth had been in it? I lamented my failed chance to see what was inside. But at the same time, something told me that not opening it had been the right choice.