Running • Iggy

Miss

It hurt. It hurt so much, the feeling of being without them, never being able to see them again in a friendly manner. I wanted to, and I didn't want to worry Mello and his family anymore with my random bursts of crying. But all I could do was cry and miss him. Miss Iggy. Miss his smile. His touch. It hurt to be without it, it hurt even more when I awoke from a dream of his warm love just to realize it would never come back. It hurt. I missed him.

I held onto my shattered necklace, I hadn't let go of it for longer than an hour since that day almost a month ago. The broken pieces mimicked my own feelings. I had left school — well, not fully. I decided to go completely homeschooled so I would rarely have to see them. Miss Owen oversaw my schooling now, making sure I got all of my work and stayed in contact for different reasons too. She even offered for me to come over to her room after school for an hour or two every week to catch up, which I decided would be good for me.

I was sitting silently in a chair in the living room of Mello's house. I was alone there with Uriah, Mello's mom's boyfriend. His stepdad? It didn't really matter. I was playing with the broken pieces, hoping that by some miracle they would form back together. It never did, no matter how many times I tried.

Uriah must've caught me. He frowned and gave me a kind smile. "What's that?" He asked cautiously. He didn't seem scared of me like normal humans, more scared of me because I was new and unpredictable. I didn't mind it, it was a nice change to the usual fear, even if it was still fear.

"It's... my necklace. It means a lot to me, but it broke. I can't fix it." I fought off the tears that were evident in my trembling throat. "My boyfri-... my ex-boyfriend," I winced. "...gave it to me when we were going through something terrible together. It never left my neck, for two whole years I kept it on... then it broke." I brought my hand to my empty neck.

"May I see?" Uriah offered his hand out. I looked at it warily before realizing that the worse he could do was break it more. So, I put the broken chain and shattered gem in his hand, even the hoop that held it was warped and made the side of the necklace that still clung to it sit weirdly. It had survived so much, Erasers, Explosions, traveling through snow, wind, sun and rain, being held by a little child - probably the scariest of all. It was a cheap necklace, I knew that. We had been broke when Iggy bought it for me, but Iggy had bought it for me. It didn't matter if it was free out of a magazine or millions of dollars to me, he bought it for me. But it was cheap, and I was lucky it lasted so long.

But now it was broken for good. All of it was. Not just the necklace.

"Would you... If I were to be able to change this up a little, put it back together in a slightly different shape perhaps, would you mind it? I know it won't be the same as before, but it would mean you could still wear it." Uriah sat upright. My eyes widened and I leaned forward towards him ever so slightly. "You can do that?"

He nodded. "I work on and make jewelry as a part-time job. I have a place to do it out the back, the shed. If you give me... two days? I could make it wearable." Uriah watched as my expression probably lit up to the point where I was glowing. I nodded excitedly, fighting off tears. "Please. Please, I'll do anything. I'll get a job so I can pay for it. Just... Just please. That necklace means more than anything in the world to me." I begged.

"...Alright." Uriah nodded as he stood up. "I'll go see what I can do. I think you should go out to the mall, some fresh air will do you some good and school is on so it'll be emptier." Uriah suggested. With that, he left to go outside.

I decided I'd take his advice. I got changed into an outfit that Mello had helped pick out, a pretty cream jumper with a keyhole cut out on the chest and light navy ripped skinny jeans. I brushed out my hair and made it sit right before pulling on trainers and lifting my bag and some money Broghan had sent me after she heard about what happened.