Heartbreak Jewelry - A Short Story

Unpacking spring and summer clothes always fills me with joy. Flowers are in bloom, the air has the right amount of chill, and my heart overflows with hope.

There is an extra pep in my step as I am going through my clothes. One pile for donations and one pile for keeps. I feel my smile fade a little as I pick up what use to be my favorite pair of jeans. No, no! Don’t do it, I tell myself. But it’s no use because the tears start forming. My eyes are glassy as I try to stop the tears from falling. I reach into the pocket of the pants and I feel the cool metal on my fingertips. The tears are free-falling now when I pull the matching necklace and bracelet of out the pocket.

I thought I threw these pants away but I guess not.

I thought I was over this.

My mind flashes back to the warm summer afternoon when he gently placed the necklace around my neck and the bracelet around my wrist. I can still feel the warmth of his hands and he held up his camera so I can see my reflection. It was the first time in weeks we didn’t have an argument. I wish I could have captured that moment in a snow globe and lived there forever but time had a different plan for us.

Buzz, buzz. I jump slightly at the chime of my phone. The bracelet and necklace fall to the ground as I reach over for my phone.

Why is my sister calling me on FaceTime at this very moment?

I decline the call and send her a quick text, “I’ll call you back later.” As I close my phone, I catch a glimpse of my reflection. Streaks of tears lined my face and my eyes were bloodshot. I tried collecting myself but the jewelry stared back at me. I feel the tears start to form again.

“It’s not you, I just need some time to figure myself out,” he lied to me. “Really? That’s the reason? Then tell me where you are right now,” I asked him. The silence was deafening. “Look, it’s over! So it’s no of your business anymore where I am!” He shouted as he hung up.

As I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear, the bracelet he give me reflected in the light. I immediately took it off along with the necklace and tried to throw it in the garage but I couldn’t. I stood awkwardly in front of the garbage with tears barreling down my face. I stuffed the jewelry into my pocket.  

That was the last time I wore those jeans. Now, I am faced with the same dilemma. I pull my legs up to my chest and sloppily wipe my eyes again.

Buzz, buzz. My phone chimed again.

The End

Notes: I use to write poetry and short stories all the time and wanted to try my hand at it again. This piece came out of my curiosity about what happens to the jewelry after a couple breaks up.


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