839 A Silver Bond, Part 1

I think I broke Amanda again.

Her mind shattered, her sense of self buried beneath the rubble of her psyche. Honestly, she looked pretty scary.

Nothing moved. Not her arms, not her stare, even the blowing wind had seemingly vacated the premises, leaving her usual fluttery locks of hair to simply fall limp. 

But compared to surprise love letters, however, surprise silver rings didn't rank too high on the list of surprises for tonight. 

Probably because she believes herself under the impression that she's seen this same kind of silvery luster too many times before already.

Indeed, the first words out of her mouth after a long while, the first look she gave rousing back to reality was the amused kind of confusion when you absolutely have no idea how to even react.

"It's a ring," she said slowly, chuckling away the obvious. "You're, umm… you're giving me back the ring I gave you?"