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Cracked Diamond

I had the ring in my hand. There’d been questions before and I guess I thought that the ring would just help cement things. But then I saw the guy with her through the plate-glass window of the café and knew it was not to be.

I didn’t even have the heart to confront her. At least that way I could go on pretending maybe it was all just one big misunderstanding (in my imagination at least). Maybe he was a cousin, or a long-lost brother and that embrace was a gesture of friendliness not genuine attraction.

That night, when I was sure no one was looking, I went down to the docks and had myself a good scream. The lights on the wharf flickered.

When all was said and done, I looked down into my hands.

Her diamond had cracked.

Never…Never again… I’m just not getting married, I promised myself, and slipped off into the darkness.