He always wore it. Every minute of the day, it never left that boy's neck.
So when the homemade string and wood necklace, with that strange little symbol engraved on the unshaped piece of wood, hanging down was pressed into my hands along with the message that he loved me, I knew what was happening immediately.
The dull pavement melted before my feet, pounding the ground ferociously as I sprinted my hardest to find him.

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