P.S. I Still Love You

“So I want my necklace back,” he says. “Obviously.”
My fingers fly to the heart locket hanging from around my neck. I wanted to take it off this morning,
but I couldn’t bear to.
Now I have to give it back? Stormy has a whole box of trinkets and tokens from old boyfriends. I
didn’t think I’d have to return my one token from a boy. But it was expensive, and Peter is practical.
He could get his money back, and his mom could resell it. “Of course,” I say, fumbling with the clasp.
“I didn’t mean you had to give it back right this second,” he says, and my hand stills. Maybe he’ll
let me keep it awhile longer, or even forever. “But I’ll take it.”
I can’t get the clasp undone, and it’s taking forever, and it’s excruciating because he’s just standing
there. Finally he comes up behind me and pulls my hair away from my neck so it rests on one
shoulder. It might be my imagination, but I think I hear his heart beating. His is beating and mine feels
like it’s breaking.