However, I was curious.
Curiosity coursed through my veins, filling me up like tiny sand granules, slipping and tumbling, slowly clogging my lungs. I want to know what's inside it.
No. I need to know what's inside.
I yank the box, tearing through the wrappers within, scattering the ground with crumpled papers of white and beige, like a blanket of fallen snow.
Then, it showed. All that mystery was answered in a heartbeat.
