Time went on. The weekday routine rarely varied much, unless she was on holiday. If she went away though she had a habit of either not taking me or leaving me locked in a hotel safe for the duration of the trip.
At weekends I would only get worn if she had something going on or if she was going out with friends, or boyfriends. In fact, overall, it felt as if she had completely forgotten about me.
Then, after about 3 years, for her birthday, her boyfriend gave her a new watch.
Sarah was wearing me when she opened her present containing a new pink Apple watch. She took me off and discarded me on her boyfriend's coffee table. She put her new watch on. I seethed with jealousy. And I was fearful. This watch would do so much more than tell the time. It appeared that my time as her watch was over. Whatever happened now, whatever she decided to do, I was her old watch. From my position on her boyfriends living room table I watched the pair make out.