Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Five The song echoed in my ears. In my head, I was on that beach, Eric’s arms wrapped around me. Eric’s lips on mine. Eric’s voice whispering about our future together. I slipped the ring off my finger while in my head I saw Eric bend down at his chair, reach his hand underneath, lift a sweatshirt and pull out a tiny box. Eric opening the box to reveal a beautiful antique ring that used to belong to his mother. Eric’s face shining with confidence while he slipped it onto my trembling finger. It didn’t fit then and I’d almost lost it in the sand. I sat on the edge of my bed and clutched the ring in my fist. I should have given it back ages ago—it belonged to his mother, it was a family heirloom. But I hadn’t wanted to part with it, this last piece of him, a reminder of his
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