“Hey, look, I got you this from the thrift store”, Emma said, giving me something that looks like a bracelet with a small yellow stone attached on it.
“What’s this?”
“It’s a yellow jasper, your birthstone. And something to remember me by when I’m off to college” replied Emma, grinning.
Sometimes I wonder why I am friends with her. She’s the kind of person who believes in things that I would never believe in, not in a million years. She reads astrology daily, her room is arranged according to the feng shui, and she wears healing crystal and gemstones. Her clothes are always colorful and she likes to dye her hair pastel. She is a bright, always-see-the-positive-sides-of-everything kinda girl.
One day she randomly said to me that Cancer (me) and Aries (her) are not compatible. I told her maybe its true because we are so poles apart but then here we are. She just shrugged and said “who knows?”.
I put the the bracelet on my hand because it honestly looks pretty. “Thanks”, I said, “I want to ask you what it means, but I know you’ll ramble for hours and I need to go now”. It’s not a lie, tho. I really need to go because I have a part time job now and I need to pick up my laundry.
“Fine, I’ll tell you later what it means!” Emma yelled.
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She never told me what it means. The next day after she gave me the bracelet, she died on a car accident.
I googled what it means, the bracelet. Yellow Jasper. The stone is supposed to give you a sense of protection, mental clarity, strength, and tranquility. All the things she had that I don’t.
The weight of the bracelet on my left hand has been a source of comfort to me. I’ve grown accustomed to it that it feels weird when I take it off. I guess when someone you love died, you started to grow yourself into them. It makes you believe all the things they used to believe in.
Now I’m starting to believe that Cancer and Aries are not compatible.
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