You've always loved making gifts. It's always something handmade like jewelry or cards for different occasions, etc.

Lately you do the most things for May because you like her a lot. However, she doesn't like you that much but she doesn't show it because she doesn't want to hurt you. The only thing she does is sometimes roll her eyes, sigh heavily, shake her head annoyed or she lightly teases you.

Today you wanted to give her another bracelet that you made for her without occasion.

You went to her room and knocked several times before you realized she wasn't there.

You decided to go inside and leave her bracelet on her desk.

As you walked past her bed, you tripped over something. You looked down and saw a medium-sized black box sticking out from under her bed. You tilted your head in curiosity and after a moment, picked it up.

You sat on her bed, placing the bracelet next to you. You opened the box and saw that inside were all the things you made for her.

May always said she was throwing away your gifts because she didn't need them etc. but a part of her couldn't just throw them away.

You felt nice and warm inside that she still had those things.

You started to wonder if she really didn't like you or if she was just pretending. Maybe she likes you after all. Otherwise, why would she keep the things you made for her.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching.

It’s May returning to her room.

When she stopped in the doorway and saw you, she frowned. She didn't like what you found and what you were doing. She hoped you would never find out. May looked at you, her voice low and a little serious.

May: What the hell are you doing here?