The Unsent Gift
Yi’an was once again immersed in her own happiness. Within the conjured visions, another wisp of a century’s time fleeted by. Herein lay the meaning of eternity. Yet, this rapidly dissipating eternity was soon swallowed by the darkness before her eyes.
The gift had been locked inside that white box by Yi’an last December, meticulously packaged. Drawing upon their past conversations and shared moments, Yi’an had conversed with AI for hundreds of rounds, attempting to distill her personality to foresee the ripples of response this gift might stir. The arguments for and against were evenly matched. Even now, the two warring factions within Yi’an’s heart remain in a stalemate.
The gift was a single gram of gold.
Yi’an justified it by saying she had bought it at a very low price; she figured that way it wouldn’t count as an overly precious gift, nor would it overstep their lute-string of a relationship. Optimistically, it might strum a composition of the future; pessimistically, it would echo with an expanse of silence.
Yi’an filled the space with three different Ferrero chocolates: the gold was simply too small, smaller than a teardrop. Adorned with chocolates and white raffia, the overall space felt much more fitting. The black ribbon on the box intertwined into a cross knot.
The box had never been opened since, gathering dust in the corner of Yi’an’s desk for months, and she didn’t even know if the gold was still inside. Yi’an didn’t mind much; the world was spinning rapidly around her, and there were far too many other things threatening to crush Yi’an that demanded her attention.
It was as if much had happened, as if nothing had happened, as if one had lived through a century of their own without uttering a single word.
In the end, she only wrote six simple words on the little note: “Should fortune come, forget me not,” yet recorded here is a draft she wrote specifically for her,
May all that wishes not to remain, pass away.
May all that hopes to stay, endure forever.
May all the ideals ever wished for, be realized.
May happiness descend beside you at this very moment.
Yi’an was once again immersed in her own solitude. Within the conjured visions, another instant of time fleeted by. Herein lay her meaning. And her gentle, lingering smile flickered endlessly within her heart.
Yi’an truly makes my heart ache; I shall love her well.