Tryst accepts the ring.
Subconsciously,
I raise my right hand,
and brush it above my left hand.
The void on my fourth finger is palpable.
My fate started it’s downward spiral right then.
That night,
if it hadn't rained,
if I hadn't slipped,
if my ring hadn't loosened,
if it hadn't fallen into the water,
Only if it hadn't...
I would be alive.
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