Oliver’s eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the gift box. Emily opened her eyes and walked out of his room, not caring about his reply. He was left standing as she walked out on him and sighed in defeat. In anger, he had thrown the box into the trash but he never meant to discard it. In fact, it was a momentary thing. He would have opened the gift box sooner or later. But now it lay crashed in the corner.
Oliver went to pick up the box quickly and inspected the damage, which appeared to be nothing from outside, but from inside it was broken, just like their friendship.
Gently, he pried open the wrapping and then opened the cardboard box. He saw some pieces of glass and carefully opened the box and inspected the damage. There was a broken frame with a picture of Emil
