Without You
Somewhere and sometime in 1997
As I walked along the streets of Manhattan, I passed by a jewelry store. As I looked inside, my eyes wandered to a ring. An engagement ring, it seemed perfect for Rachel. I entered the store and walked up to the counter.
"How much?" I ask, pointing at the ring in the glass cabinet.
"$6190, would you care to take a look?"
"No, I'll take it."
"Wow, that's pretty expensive. That girl of yours must be special."
Not bothering to answer, I put the ring in a blue velvet box and leave.
A/N: This chapter is just briefing you for the next chapter.