♥ Shane ♥
New Year’s Eve felt strangely calm. After weeks of holiday rush, Ironworks was quiet. I locked up at midday and slung my gym bag over my shoulder. I zipped up my jacket against the cool air, and one thought was turning over and over in my mind.
The ring.
When I got home, I managed to slip past Megan easily while she was distracted. I stood in our bedroom and unzipped my bag. The small black box lay at the bottom, wrapped in a clean towel. When I opened it, the simple gold band and oval stone caught the afternoon light. It wasn’t huge or flashy. It was steady and bright and felt exactly like her. My chest tightened. This was the thing that would change everything, and also simply name what I already knew. I loved Megan. I wanted every day and every year with her. I snapped the
