Cinquanta Cincuenta
Ring
He didn't realise what it was until it was too late. The box was in his had before Dom worked out what it was his scrabbling fingers had pulled from the back of the draw. It was one of those moments when the past came rushing back and slapped him right between the eyes. The fist of recollection slamming into his skull, while the sharp blade of loss tore through his gut. That dark burning moment when the pain of what he had lost ripped through him, fresh and new and it was as if he were losing her all over again.
The small box sat in the palm of his hand, all soft black leather with an elegant gold boarder, looking expensive but tasteful. Past experience told Dom not to open it, that it would still hurt too much, but he opened it anyway. And there it was, simple, yet beautiful; the ring lay there glittering like some fallen star against the black velvet of its surround.
He hated it, this small thing that mocked him and reminded of what could have been. That taunted him with reminders of a future that could have been and the woman who no longer was. Time and again he debated throwing the diamond band away, but could never go through with it. Even though she had never worn it, never even seen it, it was the last part of her that he had and so, in spite of the pain, he would always keep Letty's ring.
Just a crappy little thing I wanted to do to spread the Dotty love.
And this fic will be dedicated to the first person to tell me what the title means.
Lamanth