Strange.

There was this strange feeling swirling inside me as I stared at my ring finger.

It felt empty. Maybe because I had been wearing it for seven years now, not having it on was leaving a weird sensation behind.

“Hey. Are you okay? You look a little pale.” Ruda asked.

“Was I wearing the ring when I entered the room?” I asked as I kept my eyes on the finger.

“No. I don’t think so.” He answered, “Is the ring that important? I know you’ve always had it on but why are you this worried?”

“I don’t know.” I finally looked at him, “I really don’t know but I...