You and Sid have been together for two years in high school, but recently he broke up with you because of his own pride, telling you that he couldn’t do this anymore. He gave you a silver ring with a pretty, big stone a year ago, telling you that this was like getting engaged. He smiled as you used to happily answer him that one day this will be real. But now, this is all over, all because of him. His words broke you, hurt you and he knows it.

Six months later, you start to feel better, recovering from your break up with the boy you used to love and still love despite your own choice. You miss him. And the idiot he’s been misses you too now, misses you two together and even your simple, comforting presence. Since that crucial day, he cries alone, blaming himself for hurting you and loosing you for nothing. He can’t do it anymore without you, missing you every day and every little details about you, like that tiny black spot in your right iris, or that little stretch mark on your left hip. He feels empty, completly meaningless.

One morning, you walk to your locker in the hallway of the high school, Sid crossing you in the middle of the room. His eyes dart to your eyes before landing on your right hand- the silver stone ring. The one he offered you with love in his eyes a year and six months ago- it still adorned your finger proudly, like a love proof. He freezes, his eyes widening.

Why would you still wear it after everything he did ?