Author's Note - I've had this on my desktop for a LONG time. It is just a short introspective piece and as is usual with me, not alot of words or fleshed out detail. Short and to the point although I can waffle on if you would like. Not really my style unless I'm sleep deprived and had a few beers or lambruscos. It's not long and fancy but short and sweet and if you choose to read, Thank you!
Disclaimer - Not mine
The Ring
Patrick Jane wore it all the time. A small gold band around his left ring finger. It was his symbol of so many things.
Angela. At first it was a symbol of his love for her and that he had the right to call her "wife". He wore it with pride that she had agreed to be with him. To create a family and be his.
After the deaths of Charlotte and Angela, it was a symbol of all he lost. He didn't want to forget.
Kristina, the date reinforced his idea that there was nothing left for him but his revenge. His finger burned with the weight of the golden guilt that encircled it.
Erica, the kiss was nothing but a reminder that he was still tethered to his quest. She may distract him with her beauty and manipulations but he knew what she was and the gold band reminded him of what he must do.
Lorelei, he would glance at his ring to remind himself of why he was with her in a nameless motel, naked except for that singular gold circle. It was only a trap of revenge and she was his bait.
Lisbon. She made him want more than the gilded cage he existed in. Teresa with her honesty, goodness and unconditional love. He slowly slid the simple band off his finger and put it on the nightstand, releasing himself from the past, before he sank back down onto her bed and into the future inside her arms.
Only Teresa could make him want to be free.
