GERALD
Driving home, I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. The necklace sitting on the passenger seat beside me served as a constant reminder of the gesture I intended to make, although I was unable to tell whether it was needed or not... A small part of me questioned whether it was the right time, the right way, but another part knew it had to be done.
It was funny how I'd willingly walked into the boutique to get Rosaline a replacement. Why was I doing it? I had no idea either. I just had the feeling that I should. It must have been the reason she pulled away from me the last time I kissed, and trust me, it hurt like hell.
I wanted to kiss her again, to sit by her and tell her that I was beginning to feel like this was more than a contract. Images of her lived
