Brielle excerpt 2

            “Alex, I know, I-“ Bri tried, but he cut her off.
            “No. You don’t trust people, Bri. This same thing happened with your mom. You didn’t trust her enough to tell her that you even applied here. It’s patronizing of you to assume that nobody can handle anything except for you.” He said, and her faced burned with embarrassment. He was right. Again. He was always right.
            “Alex,” she cried. He shook his head, gathering his wallet, phone, and keys off the nightstand. He dug in his pocket and retrieved a little black velvet box.
            “I was going to give this to you tonight. It’s a promise ring,” he said, looking down at the box, considering it. Bri felt like she was going to throw up. How could this night have turned into this?
            “You should have it. Wear it if you want.” He said, placing the box onto the bed.
            “I’m gonna go now,” he said, still not meeting her eye. He turned to go.
            “Alex, wait!” Bri cried, hopping up from the bed. He turned around, and she threw her arms around his warm neck, tears coating her face in strings, trickling down to her neck. He took a moment, then returned the hug. He pulled her away and kissed the top of her head.
            “I have to go. I love you,” he said, and left the room.
Bri stood there with the ring box in her hand, looking at the door, tears still streaming down as warm as blood.

She sat down on the bed and opened the box. A simple ring with a thin silver band and small diamond nestled in the shiny black silk. She took it out and slid it onto her right hand, and of course it fit perfectly. She crumpled onto the bed, head sinking into the pillow, her chest wracking.

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