The necklace

It was in her bag now. Thrown in there with the rest of the meaningless, replaceable stuff. She didn’t even remember it was there. Maybe even if it existed. But it was there.
It was a symbol, really. A gift. So that she would never be alone. So that every time she would feel like that, all she had to do was hold it in between her fingers and remember them, the person who gave it to her. Se was not alone.
But something happened. Things changed. And the symbol was now lost and meaningless and thrown in a bag and forgotten. It was now a symbol of disaster. Of something gone wrong and someone she didn’t want to remember maybe. It hurt her when she did. And she was feeling alone.
The symbol, the number, the magic of it, was gone. Disappeared. She didn’t know when or how. It just did. Just wasn’t there anymore. That thing she used to carry so proudly around her neck was just a painful reminder now.
So she tossed it in her bag. Lost. Forgotten where it couldn’t hurt her. She didn’t miss it. Didn’t notice it.
But someone did someone noticed since the first day it was gone. Someone missed it. Someone to whom it was a symbol too. Someone who wanted her not to feel alone. Someone who gave it to her with that purpose.
And the plaque with a number that was the necklace started to make a scar upon that someone’s heart. And it burned every day that that someone saw the naked neck.
With time, the wound got deeper and deeper, and it was not because it of just a necklace. Not just because it was a symbol. But because of what it meant. And that someone loved the girl with(out) the necklace. And it hit them. The realization that it might not be enough. And that hurt them more than anything, and they sank. They’ve been sinking ‘till then. Their greatest fear of all took form now. It hit them like a train. They went to sleep and woke up, and everything was a nightmare. There’s no escape from self. And it was your fault.
The necklace chase after you, reminding you of your failure. Always there. Never there. A naked neck. An open wound. You’re nothing, no one. You’re useless and weak. Bang bang. You’re dead. And it’s all you’re fault. You took the necklace away. It’s empty now because of you. You know that and you cant stand it. You’re not strong enough. Go! You’re making her cry! Die! You don’t belong, you don’t deserve her. You cant have her...
And the necklace devours you. Forever…