Once in a Lifetime {BxB English}

🖤 Chapter 2

Ody got up from the café with the silver cross in his hand and unlocked his car remotely before getting in. He hung it on the rearview mirror and a little later, he parked outside a jewelry store.

"Good evening" he said to the saleswoman.

"Good evening. How can I help you?"

"The clasp on this chain is broken..." he handed it to her and continued, "Can we fix it without damaging the chain?"

"Of course" she opened some drawers in front of her and sat down. With a small pair of pliers, she cut off the old clasp to put on a new one.

Ody watched the process while standing up, with his fingers interlocked in front of him.

"Is this one okay?" she showed him a clasp with a clip.

"Sure, yeah"

She tightened it securely so it wouldn't come off and handed it back to him.

"All done. That'll be 3€"

"Could you give me a zip bag?" she handed him a clear one, and after he paid and thanked her, he returned to his car, leaving the necklace on the passenger seat.

Mano had ridden his motorcycle home after the argument with Katherine. For a university student, his place was quite large.

His living room was spacious, with big, black sofas. The walls were painted in dark shades of grey, and the few decorative touches were mostly black-and-white photos of musicians and singers he admired. In one corner of the living room stood a large bookshelf filled with vinyl records, CDs, and music books.

His kitchen was modern, with black cabinets and silver appliances. Even though he rarely cooked, the kitchen counter was always neat, reflecting his need for control and organization.

The bathroom was also in dark tones, with black tiles in the shower and modern lighting fixtures. A large mirror with integrated lighting dominated the wall above the sink.

His bedroom was perhaps his most personal space. The double bed had black sheets and grey curtains that blocked out the light. In one corner of the room was an amplifier with two speakers and two acoustic guitars resting against the wall, along with an electric piano. A small recording studio was set up near the window, with microphones and headphones ready for use. His desk was cluttered with handwritten notes and song lyrics he was working on.

He angrily tossed his house and motorcycle keys onto the table and kicked off his shoes.

That bitch Stella dared to threaten me...

He walked into the room and took off his shirt, looking in the mirror. Anger suddenly drained from his face when he noticed his necklace was missing. He reached for his neck and checked his chest.

"No way..." he lifted his head, staring at his reflection in the mirror, trying to remember where he might have lost it.

If it had fallen off, wouldn't he have noticed? When did it happen? Where?

He left the room and checked the table, then inside his helmet. Next, he went into the bathroom and then to the kitchen. When he couldn't find it, he grabbed his keys and went outside. He reached his motorcycle and looked around it.

No... No!!

He ran his hands through his black hair, breathing faster.

Where could it have fallen? How would he find it now?

He went back upstairs, but he knew it was pointless to search again. He never took it off. It could have fallen off while he was riding, it could be anywhere, broken into pieces.