So all this preponderance of togetherness made Pete practically sick to his poor stomach
Pushing people away was what Pete was professional at
Leave him in a group of pleasantly participating people
It was doomed to pyrotechnics and pointless pugilism
Then he would peace out, professing he had to pee.
The ring bound him to her. He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place. Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.
He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off. He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life. He couldn’t do it though. She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.
Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.