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It had puffed up again.
Took less time then the last ring. She could have sworn that the puffing up was more painful this time, not physically of course.
Stepping away from number 6, she felt she had no choice. Scrap that, the choice had been made for her. Her future was with Betsy and by some kind of sick twisted soap-esque storyline with her dead, now very much alive, wife.
Onward. A little less sparkle, a little more pain. She would cope for the sake of Betsy. Betsy would always be her priority.
Placing the ring in her pocket she walked away. Heart aching after Carla, beating with the constant hope of returning to her. She walked to the beat trying to find the confidence in her action, never faulting always looking forward. The beat underpinning the lyrics - For Betsy. The only two words that made up her song. A song sadly with little harmony.