Tactfilled

About a year ago, I received this pen from Japan. A friend gave it to me on my 22nd birthday. Ever since then, it's been my most trusted and favorite pen. Writing with it was pretty much like writing with butter.

Everyday, I'd be drawing happily in my sketchbook, minding my own business and enjoying my wonderful, buttery pen.

Then, a couple of months ago, I made the mistake of letting one of my classmates borrow it. I didn't even remember who it was until today.

When I was sitting in class, this afternoon, I turned to my right and found my beloved pen in the hands of a semi-aquaintence/friend. My gut told me to grab the pen out of her hands, but somehow I caught myself saying, "Hey where did you get that pen?"

"Oh...probably from home."

"I HAVE THAT PEN! I GOT IT FROM JAPAN!"

[Semi-aquintence/friend looks at pen]

"Hmm...yeah, this pen is probably from Japan."

The end.

I didn't want to call her out on stealing my pen by accident, so I made the mistake of the overly passive attempt to reclaim my property. The rest of the class period, I couldn't bare to see her use up my dear pen's ink.