He'd been working on it for weeks. And now, the, no, her ring, was finished. Beckendorf had now officially forged Silena, his girlfriend of two years, a promise ring.
"What's that?" Nyssa, who had snuck up on him, asked
"Oh, nothing."
"Well, it sure doesn't look like nothing."
"If I tell you," he said "you have to promise you won't tell a soul."
"Promise."
Beckendorf explained to his younger sister how it was a promise ring for Silena.
"Can I get you to promise to do something." He asked
"You already did."
"If I, um, don't make it out of the war, will you, uh, give it to her."
"Of course." Nyssa told him "But you're gonna make it."
Now, three months later, Nyssa found herself placing the beautiful ring on the once beautiful girl's finger.
"I hope you're happy now." She whispered to the sky, with a single tear dripping down her face.