Because this was never about us.

Ryan didn't know why it hurt so much, when back then he didn't even care to put that ring on Arwen. 

But seeing her without it today, made pure rage boil in his veins. He lost not just his composure but also his control. "Why did you do that?" he asked, tightening his hold painfully on her shoulders. 

Arwen's eyes shut as she fought to hold back the cry of pain that was almost there on her lips. She wouldn't allow him to see her in the pain —not even the one he was inflicting on her. 

For a moment, she let the silence linger between them, feeling the heat of his anger, his grip suffocating her shoulders. It felt ridiculous —his anger felt even more ridiculous. But instead of giving in to the emotions swirling inside her, she steadied her breath before opening her eyes to meet his gaze with an icy resolve. 

"Let go of me," her words came more like a command, cold and unwavering. It wasn't a plea, but an order.