The NecklaceThe Necklace It lay quietly in its box. Soft, un..
Added 2025-06-28 18:15:27 +0000 UTCThe Necklace
The Necklace It lay quietly in its box. Soft, untouched leather , as fine as a promise.
If a ray of light touched the small heart pendant, it would shimmer golden, as if whispering "Hope." But it was dark. Dark in the box. Dark in the drawer. It waited. Not for just any neck – but for the one. The one who would wear it. Not out of duty. But out of pride. Out of devotion. Out of love. And sometimes – when the waiting became too difficult, when the longing hurt too much – then the mistress seemed to sense it.
Quietly, she opened the drawer. Carefully, she lifted the box, opened it like a treasure, as if a piece of her heart lay within.
Her fingertips brushed the soft leather, the golden heart, the cool clasp. "Soon..." she whispered. "It won't be long now. Then she will come – the one who will carry you. As you deserve. With pride. With dignity. Visibly. Tangibly. Really."
Slowly she closed the box. Put it back. And the necklace... fell into a gentle slumber.
"Soon," it murmured.
"She promised. And I... I trust her."
