Chapter 2:
Everything is Not Daijobu
A leather-bound watch.
I open it up and read the story of its life. From its manufacture in god-knows-where to its immaculate presentation in-store.
She took me there one day; I was only eighteen then.
Money from my father in hand as they didn’t have enough, I chose the rustic piece - refusing to wear it due to the risk of damaging it.
No matter how much it’s looked after, some things just die.
I look at the watch on my wrist now, ticking away while her watch has stopped.
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