Glimmering Gold
A Gemma/Clay drabble
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As she was walking to her car, a glimpse of gold glimmering in the sun caught Gemma's eye from across the Teller-Morrow parking lot. She didn't have to look to see who it was, she already knew, it was him. He was still wearing his ring. She wanted to roll her eyes and scoff at him for even thinking they still had a chance to make things work but she didn't couldn't because there was still something inside of her that burned for Clay, loved Clay, despite her attempts to hate him.
She absentmindedly ran her middle finger and thumb over the bare spot on her ring finger where her wedding band had been. Her heart began hurt and it wasn't because of her condition. She sighed, lit a cigarette and climbed into her car.
As she drove home, she was taken back to the time when he'd come home with her ring. They didn't have a big wedding, couldn't; it was too soon after JT's death and they didn't want to raise any suspicion. The week before they got married, Clay promised Gemma he'd make up for the fact they couldn't have a big, ceremonious wedding but she didn't know how he was going to do so until he pulled her ring from his pocket at the courthouse. She couldn't have a big wedding so instead he got her a big ring.
When she got home she sat on her bed and opened her bedside drawer. She carefully picked up the box, opened it and stared at the ring. She remembered how she couldn't take her eyes off it after he'd slipped it on her finger for the first time. Her eyes began to water and her jaw began to quiver. She closed the box and threw it to the other side of the room, it hit the wall. Why did everything have to turn to shit?