Wrapping paper littered the floor you sat on, your hands tearing at the paper on another gift. Cash watched you from on the couch, a smug smile on his face, as you pulled out an item you had practically begged for all year.

“i got one more thing ‘fer ya. . .”

Digging into his pocket, he came close to you, clasping a golden heart locket around your neck.

“do. . you like it?”