I know a girl,
A pretty, awkward, lonely girl that wears the same jewelry every day.
Two rings, and a necklace graced with Saint Christopher in remembrance of a man that died before his time.
But what she doesn't tell the multitude of almost strangers that ask, is that she wears it for another reason. One that she only whispers to the dark on nights that she worries she can’t take it anymore.
Saint Christopher is the patron saint of lost souls. And so she wears him faithfully around her neck.
Day to day, month to month, year to year. With the hope that she’ll be found.
Also, she likes the length of the chain.
