It was late that night. I sat there, so close to what I had waited for through all those long years. Filled with excitement. Not excitement, exactly. More…anticipation. That was it. Nothing could possibly have gone wrong. I paced around in the tiny room, hands in my pockets. Then something red caught my eye. A dull, faded red kerchief. I picked it up, stared at it for just a moment, and threw it back to the floor and kicked it behind some boxes. I was on the brink of victory, mere hours away from conquering what had always, in my eyes, been rightfully mine.