She asked Janet if she could see the bracelet.
Janet thoughtlessly handed it over.
She picked it up delicately, rather ironic for it was black leather and studded, and carefully wrapped it around her skinny wrist.
She handed it back. Janet and the neighboring fellow wrestled over it, against her better judgement, she asked for it back.
“Please,” she whispered.
Janet carelessly tossed it to her, looking away as she fantically tugged it back on and attempted to yank her sleeve over it.
But Ben, the new guy friend, had seen the whole thing. “What are you doig?” he asked slightly irritated..

I stop and look down and run my fingers over the worn fake leather. It’s black dye now fading. It had already been with two other girls’ – who’s to say I’m different.
But I am. Because he was my best friend.. I lean back and think of the boy who was my everything, and his too big bracelet now falling off me as I finish typing this.

Ben eyed me suspiciously, waiting.
“Never forgetting,” I had whispered.