i don't normally lie, but...i have to say i'm tempted
that's the sad thing, there's no real story behind; i was just clumsy.
mostly, i feel bad because it wasn't something of my own. and because it had belonged to his mum.
i'd feel better if it belonged to me.
once upon a time, i lost an antique silver cuff bracelet. it belonged to my great-grandmum and my grandmum gave it to me. it slipped off my wrist while i was walking through a field. i felt bad and circled around the field, looking for it, for about a week. up until i lost it, i wore it almost every day. she noticed that it was absent during several visits and i
just couldn't bring myself to tell her that i had lost it.
eventually, i made up a lame excuse that i wasn't wearing it because it was uncomfortable. she believed me and understood.
years later, i still feel like i let her down somehow.