Packet. Its lid shut. Sides towering. She was drawn to guess what lurked in the dark space with her. To restart when not satisfied. Quit guessing when ideas stopped.
He knew, the man she loved. His secret was hers to break. Did he love her? Enough to... If yes, one of her guesses would’ve been correct.
She hurled herself back to the box exterior. He watched her unwrap a paper layer, cautiously open the lid.
His gift to her: a tiny music box.
Not the ring engaging one of her guesses.