I looked around, what WAS that sound?
“I think it’s coming from inside your glass,” said Simon who was sitting beside me. I peered in – that can’t be, it’s only juice with ice. What in the world would make that sound?
Wait, one of the ice cubes looks weird; metallic. Ugh. I took it out of the glass and looked at it. There was something in the ice. “It’s a…a ring!” Simon said. Huh, he was right. I was turtle-slow that night. I picked at it and removed the ring. The stone was turquoise, heart-shaped.
I lifted my gaze and looked at the boy who was standing in the doorway. “Phew, thought you were going to swallow it.” He said and smiled. “Put it on, I want to make sure it fits!” It fit my finger like a glove.
Five years later.
Simon held my hand “Are you sure about this?” he was worried for me, about me. “I’m fine. I’m good. I’ll be okay,” I answer him and put on my best smile. “Don’t give me your best smile,” Simon chided, “I know it’s fake. But it’s a good fake.” I let myself giggle a little. He knows me well. “Come on, the ceremony’s about to start,” we walked into the church.
I hear the priest saying, “Repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.” The boy who stood in the doorway a lifetime ago repeated the words, “With this ring, I thee wed.” And slipped the turquoise, heart-shaped ring onto the finger that was not mine.
My hands clutched Simon’s arms tighter.