C’est le plus Effrayant
What frightened me the most was how comfortable I became with it. It had the ability to mirror and imitate me down to a fine art. It was charismatic and persuasive and even though it felt good, I was perfectly aware that it might be all bad. All bad because it would destroy any and all things, including me, in order to create time and space for the inevitable. There it lay beside me, beating in rhythm with my own heart. Seconds before, it was merely a cold mysterious metal. How typical, the nostalgic heart shaped locket always waiting to tell its tale. The tales it told me were deeply emotional and personal. Intimately, it shared with me that it was created and gifted to honor, respect, and keep secrets closest to the heart. The locket was privileged to more secrets than one could count. Here and now it was whispering to my soul and inspiring me to believe even deception. This once icy piece of jewelry was now a living and beating heart, asking me to be a witness to the stories it possessed, to bear witness to what it contained and to transcend time. Transcending time would mean that not only me, but the heart shaped locket (whose name I learned was Effrayant), will be as relevant now as when we were created and would never lose our value. We would be eternally sought after, forever together.
