paper rings | a songfic

with paper rings / epilogue.

when i wake up, the clock on the wall reads 2:47 and you're next to me, breathing consistent and peaceful as you sleep.

on my nightstand is a ring, silver body shining gently in inky pools of moonlight that make it appear to be molded and modeled out of satin and gossamer. next to it is a worn scrap of blue paper, fraying at the edges and along fold lines after ten years of wear, curved into a circle with faded pencil markings along one side.

you idiot, i think, but i'm smiling. i would've married you with those goddamn paper rings.

fin.