Notes: 1xR, G, Angst. Theme: Ring. WC: 118
When he left the velvet box sitting in a discreet corner of her desk, it was true that she couldn't help the obligatory twinge of hope. It was also true that when she peered cautiously into the tiny container, tears sprang to her eyes.
Such rings, she knew, were intended to represent eternal love. But what she saw in that metallic band was an endless cycle of life and death; of hope and heartbreak; of war and peace.
Of dedication and abandonment.
It was true that her hands shook when she set it down. But when she turned her back, even she was surprised at her lack of remorse.
Perhaps she had finally grown up.