A Vow Lost to Time

The area around Marlen Tower was swarming with people, traffic clogged in every direction.

By the time I reached the top-floor office that belonged to Agnes, I had barely pushed the door open when her voice rang out, "Frank, I warned you. You had thirty minutes to show up in front of me, and now—"

"Mm." I cut her off with a flat response, turned, and dropped onto the sofa with careless indifference.

Nicholas, her ever-present assistant, was in the office as well. He kept his head bowed, eyes rimmed red, his right hand gripping his left wrist.

My apathy seemed to ignite Agnes's temper. She slammed her palm against the desk.

"Frank, what's with that attitude? You still refuse to admit your mistake?"

But before I could speak, Nicholas beat me to it.

"Agnes, it's nothing, really. Just a watch. Don't blame Frank."

The moment he said that, Agnes's anger only deepened. Yet instead of lashing out at him, she restrained herself, her voice softening as she turned to comfort him.

"How can you say it's nothing? He's so petty that he even tried to snatch the birthday gift I gave you. Don't worry, I won't take his side in this."

Then she swiveled back to me, her tone sharpening like a blade.

"Frank, I'll give you one last chance. Return the watch to Nicholas."

I had lost count of how many times this had happened. No matter how many times Nicholas framed me, no matter how I explained, it never made a difference. The woman who once trusted me unconditionally now only doubted me without question.

I couldn't be bothered to argue. Rising to my feet, I unbuckled the worn watch from my wrist and tossed it lightly to the floor at Nicholas's feet.

That single gesture broke the restraint of both Agness—the one from nineteen, and the one from twenty-seven.

The nineteen-year-old burst into tears. "Frank, please… don't… don't do this."

But the twenty-seven-year-old's eyes blazed red, her fury no longer containable.

"Frank! Do you think I'll tolerate this insolence?"

The watch lying on the floor was the only one I ever owned.

Back then, she had landed her first role. It was just a supporting part, but she was elated for days.

After the filming, she used what little pay she received to buy this watch. It was barely worth two hundred dollars.

From that day forward, I never wore another watch.

When she placed it in my hand, holding me tightly, her eyes were glistening as if weighed down by guilt. Her voice trembled with a promise.

"Frank, this is all I can afford right now. But one day, when I start earning big money, I'll buy you the watch you love most."

And she did, eventually, buy that watch. But it wasn't for me—it was for Nicholas.

I saw no point in speaking further. Turning, I headed for the door.

"You—!"

The twenty-seven-year-old Agnes was so enraged her words stumbled, but Nicholas was quick to soothe her.

"Agnes, calm down. If the watch you gave me really means that much to Frank, then I'm at fault. It's only natural he'd send someone to take it from me. Don't blame him. I don't mind."

His voice grew lower, tinged with melancholy, before he added, "After all, I've never had anyone celebrate my birthday with me since I was a child. Having you with me this year is already more than enough. Gifts don't matter."

His words slowly steadied Agnes's ragged breathing. She forced herself to appear calm and offered me a sliver of compromise. "Frank, give Nicholas his watch back. I'll buy you a better one, I promise."

"I don't want it." I gestured to the one on the floor. "Not that one, and not any you'd ever buy me in the future."