~Dylan~
One would think that watching Maeve walk away from me and my life for the second time would make it a whole lot easier. But, f**k no. The pang only hits me harder this time around, the weight of the bracelet she’d given me weighting my pant pocket down. Fishing the silver jewellery piece, staring at the engraving outside, the dim lighting of my house lights bouncing off of the indented words.
Fearless in French. She wants me to be fearless.
On a normal day, I am not much of a jewellery person. In fact, I am not a jewellery person at all but the bracelet Maeve has given me is dainty and somehow, very me. I can see myself wearing this and not feeling like I am doing something outside my comfort zone. The chain of the bracelet is threadlike with multiple thin strands of silv
