You say, "It's just a necklace, stop over-reacting."

I'm not over-reacting. I'm having a mental breakdown.

I trusted you to watch over my most valuable item. The only thing i had left of him.

You failed me.

"I'll but you a new one," she says dismissively.

No! I'm hyperventaling now. I'm crashing. I'm burning. This can't be happening.

"What's the big deal anyway! You're such a cry baby." Step-mother sighs.

"The big deal is that, the only thing i had left of my best friend is now gone. Lost at the beach. He is dead and he trusted me to keep it safe. For one hour, I left you in charge. You let me down."

We haven't talked all night. She's still upset with me and i with her. I haven't ate or slept in two days because of how upset I am.

"I'm sorry," she whispers softly before she leaves one morning.

That's all I needed. To know she felt something at all about losing something so important to me