The reminder of a broken promise.
He said he'd call back, she whispered to herself, hating herself for being so gullible. For being so insecure.
He said he would.
Yet she knew he had already forgotten about her.
She curled up and cried herself to sleep.
The key chain was broken. It was the first and only present he'd given her. It wasn't elaborate or anything fancy; a metal ring with two figurines ... a couple grown old yet still together ... attached to it.
I promise you that we'll be together until we're old, tested and tried, he'd whispered in her ear when he passed the key chain to her.
She'd truly believed in his words then and she'd clutched that promise tightly in her fist.
Yet it was broken now.
The old lady figurine had fallen off the metal ring, no longer part of the circle.
Had it been an omen all along? She wondered, as she stared at the key chain ... one half still attached to the ring, while the other half rested in her other hand.
The memories came flooding back.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried her best to forget.
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