The next morning Sarah rushed out, wearing her new Apple watch. As for me: she left me behind, on her boyfriend's coffee table. She didn't even realise she'd left me behind.
Later that evening her boyfriend was talking to her on the phone. "You know you left your old watch here?"
"That old thing?" Sarah replied. "I've no use for it. Can you just drop it in at the charity shop please?" Her boyfriend picked me up and looked at me in his rough and masculine hands. Then he tossed me into a box on his dining table. I dropped down to the bottom of the box between other unwanted possessions. I couldn't believe that Sarah was just discarding me like this. The worst thing however was knowing that I was being sent to the charity shop still missing a link. That part of me would be forever missing now, leaving me trapped as this watch forever.
It was a few days later when I was deposited at the charity shop. As the shop keeper sorted through the donations she looked at me and tied a label onto me, offering me for sale for just £5. She then placed me on a shelf in the shop, to await a new owner.