Seemed like forever she’d been wearing that thing.  The bracelet that chained her to dreams she no longer believed in and reminded her of a place she no longer inhabited.  Funny to think it had only been a year…

It caught on a corner of the desk the next day and quietly ripped apart, dropping from her wrist.  She looked at it, lying there on the floor, a funny sort of half-hopeful look on her face.  Forever, she’d thought.  Forever and a day, now.

The doorbell rang.  She knew who it was.  Maybe she’d been wrong about wish bracelets.

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A one-off drabble that basically smushed together a lot of things that were on my mind at the time: wish bracelets, wearing something so long it becomes part of you, forever being not actually very long, someone coming back to you.  I like how it turned out.

I also like the phrase "funny sort of half-hopeful look".