100 Word Challenge - Treasured item

By Anonymous -
Broken hearted, cold and alone. A brush across my collarbone. The slightest touch, a breath of air. Reminding me of why it's there. Of friendships lost and friendships found, both of us forever bound.

By this small treasure, taking it's course, around the world, back and forth. A promise I will always keep, my anchor connecting you and me.

Flecks of gold, glinting in the light, will guide me through the darkest night. Now it waits, by my side, waiting, waiting, for you to arrive.

You gave it to me when I was a child, a gift, a promise... of friendship


.... can you guess what it is?....

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