Lotte Lynn Lovewell

The Omittance of Love

“The Omittance of Love” When I was new and beautiful, I sat perched high upon a wooden peg, elegantly displayed alongside several of my counterparts. The room that kept us was stylish, the light-blue wallpaper patterned with petite silver flowers made everything within it feel chic. The clerk who watched over us was considerate, promptly liberating us from any minute particle that dared settle down upon us. My golden chain was delicate, but my clasp was firm and kept me safely secured. My heart-shaped hollow was finely polished and when the window light reached me, I would boast a spectacular glimmer. I caught the eye of many young gentlemen there, men who came seeking the perfect token of their affection.