100 Drabbles of Summer } 76) Shell

[bitchwithabite]

Turning the small necklace in her hand, Amy was silent; reminiscing tended to do that to her, after all. He'd been gone for six months before he came back with this, and he'd silently secured it around her neck before wrapping his arms around her, wordless as that first embrace was always supposed to be.

He didn't have to explain this one. She knew, and it was enough.

Or, at least, it had been when she was twenty. It was hard for it to be enough now. She still couldn't help lifting the shell and pressing her lips to it.