“Listen…that watch has an alarm on it…it goes off randomly. I turned around, expecting him to ask for more money. I didn’t think anything of it, but as I turned to go, he called out to me. The kid snatched the five dollar bill from my hand and started packing up his table. I was thinking about how it would impress my blind date. I didn’t hesitate, purchasing it as quickly as I could pull out my wallet. The price was unbeatable and he could tell I had fallen in love with it. He told me I could have it for five bucks. He was watching me carefully the whole time with this glint in his eye. It was heavy on my wrist and I remember liking that. The round face was encircled with beautiful shining stone, that same inky black practically glowing as I inspected it. The hands were colored in swirls of matching shades. The face was colored red in the center and then faded to black along the edges. It was breathtaking, a one of a kind piece. It was made from some kind of black stone, the polished ebony band coiling around my wrist as I tried it on. They were all different, but I remember that specific one immediately caught my eye. But, but the watch, that fucking watch…some kid was selling it at a table, along with dozens of others. A blind date, something one of our mutual friends set up. I bought it at a flea market on the day I was going to meet Megan for the first time. I suppose I should start from the beginning.Ĭhrist…I don’t even know where the beginning is anymore. I told myself I was going to sit down and record everything that happened. And there are still so many questions that absolutely terrify me…īut I’m rambling. You can’t fathom how many things I’ve had to relearn. There’s no way you’ll ever know what I’ve been forced to surrender. You can’t comprehend what I’ve had to go through. I still have a hard time believing any of this is real… You’re going to think I’m insane…you’re going to think this isn’t true. Give me a moment…let me gather my thoughts…let me prepare myself to relive the events that led me here. How do I even begin to tell you about the…the fucking nightmare I’ve been through.
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