She stopped turning the ring, to take the glass. Awkwardly uncertain of, really, everything at the moment. Why nothing at all felt right, no matter that people, herself included, kept saying it was the right thing.

The center of her rebelled, grief struck and somewhere just short of angry. The tension, but not the fire of it. And she took a drink of the water, having no idea what else she was supposed to do.



"Thanks."