• Shining there, collecting dust in the empty room, lays the lost locket. The lusty cold shimmer of its light on the empty dresser. The beam of sunlight through the window highlights the gold frame of such a personal jewel. Inside the letters form the words
    I Love You.
    Somewhere in the world a girl sits in a chair, mourning for her lost locket. Once wishing she could repress the memory of her once, but lost, lover. Now that she has forgotten wear her hands have placed it, she crys. Though it is a rememberence of once was, it still meant something to her faithless soul.
    Now the only thing that shimmers in this cold, bleak house, is the tears falling from her heart.