I feel the human touch.
I see a happy face.
Yet, I do not speak.
His fingers gently slide across my "bodies", the sound of pleasure almost burst out of my throat, if I had one.
I am a pearl necklace, I know that.
The young boy's touch only lasted for three seconds or less, but that meant the whole world to me.
I am close to him, I can feel his touch, he is... real!
If I had eyes, it would be filled with tears right now, luckily, I don't. My sight would not be blocked by those worthless tears.
His name is Bruce Wayne, I am sure of it, though no one have told me that. I just know, just as I know I am the pearl necklace.
The soft skin of a woman's neck gave me warmth. She had put me on. And the only thing I can see, is his face that have lit up when his mother put me on. The excitement he had when his parents had decided to watch a movie with him.
Ah, his face... The beauty. The perfection.
Pure blue eyes.
I want them.
They are perfect on his face, matching his dark hair. Like the night's ocean. Deep, mysterious and... magnificent.
I want him.