Reno Jackson

He licked his lips as his hands traveled to his ear. Soon, the earring on his earlobe a moment earlier sat neatly in his palm. He shoved it into Violet’s hand. “Take it,” he said. 


Violet blinked in confusion, “Why?”


“Just so you won’t forget about me. About this promise we made. We are forgetful creatures, V. We need tangible objects to remind ourselves we mean something to somebody in this world.”