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I stopped what I was doing again. I checked his face if he's serious and if what I'm thinking is the same as his. I was especially nervous when I saw that that was what he was referring to.

"I threw the ring on you, don't you remember?" I said a bit cold but I actually feel guilty with what I've done. I still remember the scratch he got because I threw that ring at him. I didn't mean to throw it on his face. I didn't know it would hit him.

"The other one. Did you throw it too?"

I didn't answer him. I didn't throw it away. I know it's still there in the cabinet in my room. I don't want to tell him that because he might assume. Why would I keep it until now if its not important for me? I was only angry that's why I acted like that.

He didn't say a word either. I saw him moved. I followed him with my eyes. I thought he was gonna leave. But he only sat on the chair. When he looked at me, I continued washing the dishes. I suddenly felt upset when I remembered what happened that day.