His fingers traced the smooth shell necklace that trailed around his neck. He occasionally tugged at it as his eyes glazed at the fireplace before him, flames dancing furiously and casting shadows that flickered against the beige walls that surrounded him. He closed his eyes and forced himself to recall the very day he received the hand-made jewelry crafted by his very own beloved. The darkness consumed him, rendering him in a state of nostalgia.
~*~
“I made it during summer camp,” She said jubilantly. Gently taking his open palm, she dropped the pearly white necklace onto it and closed his hand into a fist. “It’s something very precious to me, so I’m giving it to you because I know you’ll take good care of it.”
He replied with a bashful smile, silently accepting the gift given to him. He withdrew his hand from hers and brought the necklace closer to his face to have a better look at it. Each square, flat, shell was polished to perfection, each one gleaming in the warm sunlight. He examined the uneven contours of the whole piece and concluded that it had really been done solely by hand, something that encouraged him to keep it closer to his heart. The necklace, he knew, became a part of her.
She reached out for the necklace and took it from him once more. Taking both ends of the necklace, her slender fingers made their way to his neck where she locked it in place. A smile graced her lips as saw the way it matched him perfectly.
A mad rush of scarlet flooded his cheeks as she tip-toed to kiss his cheek.
“I love you,” she whispered.
~*~
A loud knock on the door was all it took for him to snap back from his silent reverie. He blinked his eyes a few times to ensure that he had in fact returned to reality. The necklace was still in his hand, its sheen still as flawless as the day he had received it.
“Who is it?” he asked apprehensively.
“It’s me, honey,” a feminine voice replied.
A surge of trepidation overwhelmed him. He looked back at the necklace and crumpled it in his hand.
Looking at it just gave him twice—no, thrice the guilt.
Without hesitation, he tucked the necklace under the couch he sat on and made his way to answer the door.
And she stayed under the unkempt couch ever since.
~*~
“I made it during summer camp,” She said jubilantly. Gently taking his open palm, she dropped the pearly white necklace onto it and closed his hand into a fist. “It’s something very precious to me, so I’m giving it to you because I know you’ll take good care of it.”
He replied with a bashful smile, silently accepting the gift given to him. He withdrew his hand from hers and brought the necklace closer to his face to have a better look at it. Each square, flat, shell was polished to perfection, each one gleaming in the warm sunlight. He examined the uneven contours of the whole piece and concluded that it had really been done solely by hand, something that encouraged him to keep it closer to his heart. The necklace, he knew, became a part of her.
She reached out for the necklace and took it from him once more. Taking both ends of the necklace, her slender fingers made their way to his neck where she locked it in place. A smile graced her lips as saw the way it matched him perfectly.
A mad rush of scarlet flooded his cheeks as she tip-toed to kiss his cheek.
“I love you,” she whispered.
~*~
A loud knock on the door was all it took for him to snap back from his silent reverie. He blinked his eyes a few times to ensure that he had in fact returned to reality. The necklace was still in his hand, its sheen still as flawless as the day he had received it.
“Who is it?” he asked apprehensively.
“It’s me, honey,” a feminine voice replied.
A surge of trepidation overwhelmed him. He looked back at the necklace and crumpled it in his hand.
Looking at it just gave him twice—no, thrice the guilt.
Without hesitation, he tucked the necklace under the couch he sat on and made his way to answer the door.
And she stayed under the unkempt couch ever since.
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