~Forever…~

Tracy walks into her room after her first day of summer school and drops her book bag on the floor, silently. With her right hand she unties her braids as she walks in further, and then notices the small, black box on her unmade bed. It's a simple box with a dark pink ribbon tied around it, all professional like. Tracy's hand flutters over the box a moment before she gently picks it up in her hands. Cautiously, carefully, and with a pinch of paranoia Tracy unwraps the ribbon and lets it drop to her feet. Thoughtlessly, Tracy sits on her bed with her eyes glued on the box as she hesitantly, carefully, and thoughtfully picks up the top and gasps. Inside the box is a gorgeous and simple block leather bound notebook. Tracy's hands gently touch the cover of it and bended it to see the inscription inside –

We had some good times

We had a few laughs and cries

Mostly laughs, though

Let it be known

You really are my best friend

And I love you,

And won't forget you

Don't forget me,

Evie