The watch's face was shattered. Cracked. Flawed. And so was he. He wasn't even let into the one place that could help him, after everything he gave up and sold to get here. Then he was mugged just to make it worst. The muggers tried to take it. He knows, New Yorker 101, give the them what they want and you won't get hurt. But he wouldn't give it to them. It was the one thing he still had from his old life. Knowing he had already lost the one who gave it to him. She left him. He doesn't blame her. He couldn't.
Sitting against the door, in which he wasn't allowed in, he started to think. Time. Its and odd thing. It started before we were keeping track and it while go on even after we lose track. It will never end.
They finally let him in. After they "expanded his mind" and they brought him to his room, his head hurt and he just wanted to sleep. But not before placing the Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Ultra Thin Perpetual on the window sill. Face down. Not wanting to look at it and remind him that he messed up and he is broken.
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I know this one was short.
I did my research and the watch is a Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Ultra Thin Perpetual. A watch enthusiast from Forbes said so.
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-agents_and_doritos
