I opened the note…..It says: 

‘ Thank you….

 I bought the necklace. ‘

 Just 2 lines ….nothing else! I read it over and over again. It’s scribbled in black pen. The handwriting is as untidy and uneven as the person herself. I was about to read the 2nd line again……when I heard the familiar click of the lock of the sliding door. I see Shane appear with a new bottle of water and the breakfast, which as usual consists of toast, orange juice, waffles with syrup. She puts the tray down and takes the empty milk glass. She glances at the piece of paper I was holding….and I see her glance at my neck and on the night stand where the necklace was placed. On her way out she steps on the necklace that I threw a couple of minutes ago….I see her stand still and sigh before exiting, and then she exits…I could hear her sigh on her way back out. Oh my god! I probably hurt her feelings. 

 She actually bought it for me….and I just threw it away before even reading the note….I run out to the glass wall to see what she’s doing outside….I see her coming out of the hallway with a helmet on her hand….and she exits the apartment house slamming the door real hard. 

 I get up and pick up the necklace…and wear it. It looks nice on my bare neck. I lie down, listening to my ipod and staring at the note that she gave me. Its a torn piece of paper….not even, evenly torn….there are a lot of cuts and stuff all over the little paper piece. She scratched off a whole sentence, I wonder what she wrote and then decided against it. I somehow find it really sweet. I should say sorry to her. I am being such an ass to her. She actually takes care of me. I wonder how her hand is…..I hope she changed the bandages. I know she won’t….she doesn’t take of herself….at all. If anything…this is one thing I noticed about her, she smokes a lot too. Sometimes I observe her sitting and smoking cigaretts one after another….for hours…thinking! I wonder what she thinks. It seems like the whole world is on her shoulder.