Sitting in the poster splattered room of your boyfriend, Rodrick, a box covered in skull print wrapping laid in his lap.

“I spent a shit ton of time making this, so hopefully it’s good.”

He snickered to himself, handing the box over to you with a wry smile. Upon opening it, a CD case stood out; a printed out picture of the two of you stuck on the front.

“It’s cheesy, but um.. I burned a CD with songs that remind me of you.”

There were a few other knick-knacks in the gift, but the CD seemed to be the most important part.