Disparity // clifford

silver

/mikey/

the colour of the ring i was going to give to her.

it was also the colour of the car that stopped me from doing just that.

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"calum, all these rings look the same. how am I meant to pick one to give to her, when i ask her to fucking marry me?" i sigh, feeling myself getting more frustrated by the second.

i'm so in love with hanna, she could murder someone, and i still don't think i could ever leave her side.

the woman behind the counter lifts a whole stand of silver rings with jewels decorating them. the sunlight shining in the store makes them twinkle, like a rainbow.

i'm glancing over all of the rings, until one catches my eye. it's beautiful. there are three, princess-cut diamonds on the top of the ring, and the metal was kind of intertwined around them, almost as if it's guarding the diamonds. there's a row of smaller, circular-cut diamonds going down each side of the ring.

"this one. this is the one." i whisper, looking in awe at the ring.

"dude, how much is that going to cost?" calum says incredulously.

"it will cost $2,250, mr clifford." the woman pipes up, and my jaw drops. it's alot of money, but it's the only ring that caught my eye. the only ring I know hanna will adore.

"i'll take it." i tell the woman, and she smiles at me. 

"dude, that's your entire life-savings." calum informs me.

"i know, man. but that's the thing, she is my life." i smile, and he just nods in understanding.

i'm going to marry the girl of my dreams, and I'm going to love her every minute until I die. she's going to have my children, and we're going to live happily ever after. god, I sound so cheesy right now.

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i was walking home with calum, and when we got to the corner where we had to walk in different directions, i give him an awkward man-hug, and start to walk away.

"good luck man." he calls out to me, and i smile back at him. i don't think i'll need luck, but i'll take what I can get.

i daydream about hanna as I walk, and after a few minutes, i'm not really paying much attention to where i'm walking. i'm absentmindedly walking home, ignoring traffic-lights and crossings and just walking.

big mistake.

i hear it before I see it. the beeping of a horn, the screeching of the breaks.

then I see it.

silver, big, coming straight at me. it's one of those gas-guzzling range rovers, and i can't move. it's like i'm glued to the floor. 

then,

i feel it.

i feel the air get pushed from my lungs as the car collides with my front. i flip in the air, hitting the car's windshield before falling back to the ground.

then, I feel nothing.

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sorry not sorry

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