153. She is not going to come

The day passes in a blink and night hovers the world spreading its darkness all over the sky. The moon was spreading its soft dim lit glow with a warmth that surges straight to the heart. Shawn was sitting on his balcony with a glass of scotch in his hand as he stared at his hand. That platinum band was dangling over his finger– the finger whose nerves go and reach straight with heart. It was supposed to be Emma's name printed over there on that band but it held Elena's name. A pang of pain and guilt heaves his heart and he sighs heavily, taking that ring out from his finger and holds it between his thumb and index finger.

“You have been like a curse to me… snatching the most precious thing in my life– my love, My Emma. It hurts her to see you adorned on my fingers but what can I do if I don't wear it, they'll go behind her. And that I can't let happen”, he whispers, talking with the ring in his hands.

Thinking for a deep moment and gulping the brownish golden liquor he breaks the gla