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# 4 One Picture. One Story. || The Necklace

WARNING: Look carefully at this picture because it has so much to tell you. 
WARNING: Contemplad atentamente esta imagen porque tiene mucho que deciros.


      It was the first thing his eyes fell upon as he unlocked the door. That necklace, her necklace, lay on top of some book, probably a classic from her collection. It conferred quite a picture, of utter sophistication and brought back a recollection of happy memories that were no more. He hadn't been near the place since the day she had gone, he hadn't been home much for that matter. Those solitary walks he always felt an aversion towards were his lifestyle now. A man as resigned as him would hammer his own feet if you asked him to.

    2 months and 11 days. Who knew two months could feel like a lifetime? He unquestionably hadn't. They certainly went by a breeze was with him. And now, standing inside her territory, he could trace her scent against the backdrop. Slightly, he compelled himself to gaze fully at the necklace, it was unimportant yet important. The first present he had ever given her, a symbol of endearment, and even though many followed, they could never capture her heart.

She disentangled the felt ribbon with her nimble fingers, as he watched leaning against the doorframe. The wrapping fell at her feet and the chain glimmered in her hands as she held it out. 

'Do you like it?'

'I think you already know the answer to that.'

He saw her feel the finesse and wipe a lone tear on her glowing cheeks.

'You never told me you liked jewelry.'

Her next words startled him. 'I could never afford any'

'And all this time you never asked me for a single piece?'

She just gave him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, and held out the chain with the heart shaped locket for him as he placed it on the neck of the most beautiful woman in his eyes. And  she turned around for him to admire it..

    Recollecting this, he broke out of his reverie, sat down on the bed, smoothing out the linen. A necklace is for the neckline, at least that's what he had heard.

'You know it's a necklace, not a bookmark.'

'I know, stop teasing me! I want it to stay in my foresight all the time.' And that was where he found it most of the time.

When he came home that dreadful night, she was nowhere in sight. He regarded the clock striking 6 'o' clock. Expeditiously, he rang her cellphone only to find it buzzing inside the house. He swore under his breath before pacing heavily. It was approximately 8;30 when the doorbell finally rang.

'Where the hell have you been? I was dead worried over here.'

'I went to return some books at the library and ran into someone.' She told as she draped her scarf upon the couch, not quite meeting his eye.

'Who exactly?'
'A cousin.'

'Which cousin?' He forced upon his words.

A shadow fell over his face as she uttered a barely discible name. 

'That same cousin who fancied you and whom all your family deemed a much better match than a outsider?'

'Yes- I mean No! But he just wanted to talk. We have been best friends since we can remember. He has been a important part of my life and he just wanted back our friendship!'

'I assure you, friendship is not only what he desires. Does he preside over the library often? Is that why you're always there?'

He knew he had made a mistake even before the words left his mouth.

'How dare you?' Anger shone in her eyes. 'How could you accuse me of- of such a low thing? I'm out of here!'
    
   He saw her pick up her jacket and slam the door on the way out. But he was too stubborn and egoistic to stop her, and he payed for it. He made the worst mistake of his life.

     It was December 31st now, snow enveloped the windows as he ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He worried she would be cold, she was never careful. Gently, he picked up her necklace and dashed outside to find her, to find her and to bring her home, back to his life as the New Year moon was bright in the sky.

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