It broke today, into unequal halves (an oxymoron). A part of it glinted on the floor, the other half slipped onto the stand. I knew the break was coming - I noticed that it had cracked a few weeks ago, and it was just a matter of time.
The finger feels unfamiliarly light.
Rings supposedly symbolise eternity, this one apparently didn't get the memo.
I picked up the broken pieces and threw them away.
If only life were as easy to clean up.
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