He put a nickel in a jar every time she smiled and spent what he’d saved on a golden locket just for her.
She wore it on her neck, kept it close to the heart.
That golden locket shined and glowed with the girls happiness and the boy admired every moment.
But something slowly grew cold, the light in her eyes faded and the smiles and laughter became tears and silence.
His heart sunk fast, he sought guidance from his dearest friend but a flash of familiar gold in the bedsheets told a story of deceit and lies.
A boy’s jar of nickels shattered that night, hatred and despair filled an empty abyss where a heart used to beat.
Golden Era 