Today, as the sun rose and the first rays of sunlight streamed through my window that morning, I wiped away my tears and began preparing for my departure. I collected the successful report from my cornea transplant and all of Ruby’s taunting messages, then placed them on the bedside table as evidence of my suffering.
In the afternoon, I contacted the head of a local charity foundation and donated every gift Austin had ever given me.
“Ma’am, this is far too valuable ….” the foundation head stammered.
My gaze darkened as I looked at the ring. This was the same diamond ring Austin had purchased at an auction for forty-five hundred thousand dollars, the only one of its kind in the world and six months ago, he had knelt before me with that ring in his hand and proposed.
Austin once said this diamond ring symbolized eternal love, an unwavering love just like the feelings that he had for me.
The happiness I felt when I first wore that ring was now changed into despair when I took it off. The love that once ran so deep had faded and only left a shallow ring mark on my ring finger.