He sat there in the dark room, lit by the solitary beam of sunlight sneaking through between the heavy curtains. There it was, the small box covered in shiny pink wrapping paper. He knew it was from her. She loved that color.
He wanted to open it, but needed a pair of scissors. The only pair in his sparse apartment was with her. He did not want to ask her for it. Not after the fight they had 2 days ago. Maybe this was her way of saying sorry.
She was sitting there, leaning on the dining table. Her face impassive, hair falling over her eyes. Palms of her hands pressed on the table. He had tried talking to her yesterday, but that turned into another fight.
The curiosity got better of him. He walked towards her, placed his hand on her shoulder, pulled the pair of scissors out of her back and opened the gift. It was a box set of CDs by his favourite band..."
The scissor sisters"