“It’s broken. I’ve had it for seven years.” I fold it in my fist as if I can squeeze it back together. The feel of the broken pieces against my palm has tears stinging the backs of my eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”
The spark of light behind me has me turning. Rae’s parked herself in one of the chairs.
I drop into the other chair, stretching my legs out and surveying the city lights that twinkle like defiant man-made stars.
Rae holds out the joint. “That’s why you’re still out here. Because it’s not a big deal.”
I take it, and Rae shifts back, tugging off the wig and unpinning her hair until it falls around her shoulders. We sit there smoking, the cool breeze prickling along my skin.
“It is only a necklace,” she says after a minute. “He’d buy you another one in a heartbeat.”
I sigh. “I know it’s stupid. But it’s kind of irreplaceable.” The night breeze lifts the hairs on my arms. “You don’t think you’ll ever meet someone who makes you cry over a necklace?”
Rae lets out a low chuckle before shifting forward to stare at the city.
“No such guy.”