[ WP ] Describe a physical object . At the same time , use it to tell a story .

The locket dangled from her neck by a thin chain. The chain was gold plated over a cheap metal-alloy that made the locket more affordable for teenagers. Near the bottom of the chain, where the locket hung, some of the gold plating had worn off revealing the cheap metal beneath. Over time the dull gray had turned to the reddish brown of rust. 
 
 The woman grabbed the locket and slid it slowly along the chain. It was a nervous habit. She started to climb the stairs. 
 
 The exterior of the locket was inscribed with a Golden Snitch from the Harry Potter series. The wings of the snitch were outstretched like a bird in flight. Originally tiny inscribed lines had given fine details to the feathers of the wings, but over time the details had been lost. The shape of the snitch had faded from constant rubbing until most people thought it was a heart with wings. But it wasn ’ t. It was a Golden Snitch which meant so much more to them. 
 
 “ When I asked if you would go out with me, and you said, yes, ” he had said, “ I felt like Harry Potter catching the Snitch and winning the Quidditch Cup. I felt unstoppable. ” He had given it to her on their one year anniversary, before they graduated high school. 
 
 The clasp that held the two sides of the locket together had broken off leaving only the exposed cheap metal visible. In place of the clasp were two tiny pegs super glued to the edges with pain staking precision. A thread was wound around the two pegs in a figure eight to keep the locket shut. It left a small gap, so when she walked it made tiny clinking sounds as the two edges came together. 
 
 “ See? ” he said when he showed her his fix. “ you tie it like the infinity sign, because, ” he paused and blushed. 
 
 “ We ’ ll be together forever? ” She finished. He nodded. 
 
 That happened during college. Was it still true? 
 
 She could hear the sounds from the bedroom more clearly now. 
 
 She held the locket in her hand. The two sides clinked together as she opened the door to their bedroom. The thread unraveled. 
 
 The pictures inside were faded. On the left was a picture of her under a thin layer of glass. The glass on the right had fallen off and shattered. His picture was glued to the back of the locket. She had carefully cut their faces from her favorite picture. They were on the beach. She was running up to him her hand outstretched, and he was turned around with his hand extended towards her. They were frozen in a moment, inches apart. 
 
 It was the look in her eye that she wanted to capture. At that moment she was filled with love and admiration for him. Her eyes were swimming in bliss, and he was looking back at her confidently smiling. In that picture the rest of the world fell away, and a future of love stretched out before them. Together they would walk hand in hand towards that future. 
 
 Now, there was another woman with her hands over him. 
 
 The hinge snapped as she tore the locket in two. The side with his face came off in her hand leaving the cheap metal exposed on the half that still hung from the tarnished chain. She took the locket and threw it at his naked body, but it hit the other woman ’ s exposed breast. She grabbed the other half of the locket and pulled down hard. In one quick move the clasp at the back of her neck snapped, and the locket came away in her hand. She threw the locket to the ground, and the thin glass over her frozen, smiling face shattered breaking apart that moment of love and admiration. 
 
 The locket stayed there on that bare cold floor, a broken memento lingering in promises torn apart and a love ended.
