The Ring Part: Two. The Coke Can

What am I doing here? Didn't he break my heart?My finger felt empty and bare with out the ring there. Was it the right thing to do? Should I really have given it back? Well I might as well get over it, I'll never see that ring again.Quickly I blinked back the wave of tears that thretend to tear the walls that held my emotions back. I looked up and he was openly staring at me. As our eyes met it was all I could do to pull away from his gaze and act like I didn't care. Where as in truth, I wanted him to be only mine; to run my fingers through his wavy hair and feel his lips against mine. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Smoothly he handed me a Coke and as I took it I heard something rattle and clang. On the top of the can there it was; the ring I gave back only a week ago. It was so close.Just put it on. How hard could it be? No, I can't put it on. Would he really think of me the same if I had it on? I do miss it alot. Without touching the ring, I handed him back the Coke, the ring still placed on the can.