I was on my way back to London. In the plane, I was repetitively looking at my wrist, searching for something really important. A bracelet. A 1980's bracelet, how can it be so important to my best friend? In simple words, I lost my friend's favourite bracelet and now I don't know what to do.
Well, all of this started when I was selected for an art exhibition and I needed to wear a bracelet. Unfortunately I didn't have any. Surprising, right? A girl who doesn't have a bracelet. I never wear a bracelet usually and my only hope is my best friend, Elice, who is crazy for bracelets. I visited her and told her that I need one. She deliberately showed me thousands of bracelets. I just sat there, utterly dumbfounded. I told her to give me one as it didn't matter anyway but I have to say, all the bracelets were beautiful but the style was a little odd. Out of thousand bracelets, she gave a bracelet that has an aura of the 1980's. It sure looked promising. It’s design was resplendent. The gold like texture made it look luxurious. I asked if it was okay to take such a magnificent bracelet, she assured me that it was fine but she made me promise that I would not lose the bracelet. I promised and assured her nothing will happen to her bracelet but I didn't get why such an old bracelet was so important.
The real issue started when I reached the exhibition which was held in Paris. I was looking through the artwork and abruptly I noticed the bracelet wasn't on my wrist. I panicked but after a few minutes I calmed myself down. I went to the reception without wasting time and asked for the bracelet. The receptionist said that no one had registered or seen any bracelet. A shiver went through me. I thanked the receptionist and rushed out of the exhibition. I went to the hotel room and searched for it but no results, I didn't find it. A knock came to my door, believe me I almost got a heart attack. But, it was just my colleague, Jack, who came to check on me. I seriously didn't say that I lost my best friend’s bracelet, I just made an excuse that I was feeling sick and wanted to go back home to London. He didn’t argue and went to talk to the senior.
And now I was on the plane, returning to London with a broken promise and empty wrist. After the airport check, I didn't want to head home, the only idea I came up with was to buy the same bracelet. I went to a bracelet shop and I found the same design but it was silver. I asked the price, and the price surely gave me an electrical shock. A 1980's bracelet costs so much, no wonder why Elice asked me sternly not to lose it, which I basically did. The problem was I didn't have that much money to buy that bracelet, it was too expensive, it would take all my savings as well as all my expenses. Without wasting time in the shop, I plucked some courage and decided to tell the truth.
I went directly to Elice's house. The door was opened by Elice’s mother. She made a poker-face. I asked her about Elice. She made a gloomy face and patted me on my head and told me the most unbelievable thing in my life. Elice was not in this world anymore. SHE WAS DEAD! I thought my whole world had been turned upside down. I couldn't speak but tried to ask how she died. Her mother said her unusual heart disease gave her a short lifespan. Elice never told me about that. Her mother told me that she never wanted me to know as she thought she shouldn't worry me. I didn't stay there any longer. The guilt was killing me inside. I realized she gave me that bracelet not because it was so valuable but because she wanted me to keep it as her last gift, so that whenever I looked at the bracelet I would remember her bracelet. Now I was thinking that I am the worst friend ever as I wasn't even with my best friend when she was facing death. I thought about it thoroughly. Due to my desire to go to the exhibition, I lost my best friend's last gift as well as herself. I never even got the chance to see her for the last time. “How life is strange and changeful! How little a thing is needed for us to be lost or to be saved!”
