My eyes fixed back and forth between Thomas and the ring, my mouth slightly agape as words failed to form.
"Please..." Was the only word Thomas managed to say. His voice was weary and strained. I've never heard him like this before.
My brain slowly shifted into clarity and I was able to mutter some words out in dismay, "How did you..."
"You dropped it back at the theater," he replied gently, and I wondered when the last time was when he had some decent sleep.
My feet automatically spun me around and I dashed towards my bed, leaving the door close in Thomas' face. He swiftly moved his hand forward to stop the door from shutting.
I ripped open the bag and dumped all of its objects on the mattress.
From the corner of my vision I could see Thomas step beside me, watching me in silence.
I scattered through everything, shuffling object to object.
Lotion.
Lipgloss.
Beanie.
Phone.
Wallet.
My eyes pinpointed every little thing, even to the abandoned bobby pins, but my ring was no where to be found.
A part of me felt nauseous as I thought hard on only the previous hours of today.
I've been holding to the ring for months. Guarding it with my life.
The memories replayed back into my brain;
⚬ I leaped on my feet and dashed back down the hall, one hand gripping the bottom of my dress so I wouldn't fall.
⚬ My hands tightened their grip on my dress and phone.
⚬ My bag hanged from one shoulder and I clutched the strap with both hands, keeping my eyes down on the floor.
The realization took barely seconds to click in my head; I never took the ring with me when I started running.
I rubbed my temple with my fingers, feeling as if my skin was being stretched out against my skull. How could I have been so stupid to forget the one and only thing I cared about?
My fists clenched and I automatically spun around as I grew angry, slamming my fist against the closet door.
Thomas slightly jumped in surprise.
"Y/n... Wh-"
"Shut. It!" I barked, allowing the anger to take over me. "Just shut up. Don't say a word!"
"Y/n, please..." He pushed, his voice getting louder and clearer but still holding the same tone.
"Please what?" I snapped. "Tell me, what could you possible ask of me, Thomas?" I sneered as I gently tilted my head, waiting for his reply so I could spit down on him. I was feeding on my own anger. But when I didn't get an immediate reply, I continued to speak.
"Are you going to beg me for forgiveness? Beg me for a wedding?" I rambled, speaking like an angry, immature teenager. "Why don't you just marry that girl you-"
"I'm begging you to give me a chance," he spoke abruptly, denying me to continue. "To listen to me."
I scoffed, finding myself laughing in amusement. "And why should I do that? Do you expect me to feel pity for you?"
Thomas shook his head slightly, still holding out the ring in his fingers, becoming more stern. "No, but I am hoping that you at least still have the tiniest bit of love left for me to listen."
My mind and mouth closed shut as my ears buzzed with different things I could say, but I didn't have anything to say. Thomas didn't wait for a reply. He stepped forward and I took a step back. Despite my attempt to get away he gripped my arms with his soft hands, positioning me directly in front of his tall, slim figure.
"You can't possibly hate me, can you?" He asked in a shuttering voice, terrified of the answer. "For a stupid mistake?"
"It was a stupid mistake," I muttered in admittance, keeping my eyes away from his glare. "That was on your part. Your mistake."
His fingers uncurled themselves from my arms and he cupped my face gently, turning my head in his direction.
I brought my attention into his eyes and an inaudible breath hitched into my throat, Thomas' eyes coating in a thin layer of tears.
"I know... I know it was," he continued, his voice nothing but a fragile whisper.
"And I regret it with every inch of my body. Y/n, nothing has been the same without you... Please."
"Please what?" I snort, taking Thomas' hands and removing them from my face. "You want me to go back to you? Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" He burst in defeat and exhaustion. "I want the love of my life back! I want to be able to sleep in peace. I want to be able to wake up with your head buried on my chest like you always do, with your hair blanketing over your face. I want.. I want you back!" The coat of tears in his eyes thickened and formed fat tears, falling down his cheeks in loss.
"I know you hate me. I know I screwed up... But y/n, love... If I don't have you in my life, then I don't know what to do. I might as well be dead..."
I choked on a whimper and my heart painfully froze in my chest, tears flowing rapidly down to my chin; all caused by one sentence.
My body trembled as Thomas suddenly drops on his knees, wrapping his arms around my hips and hiding his face on my stomach.
I stood in pure horror as his entire upper body shuttered, sobs escaping his throat and tears staining my clothes.
"Please... Please..." He begged in a small chant, gripping me tightly.
"T-Thomas..." The name barely came out from my lips. I shook my head, denying to look at his broken state. My tears dripped down to his hair and I dared to ruffle my shaky fingers through his locks.
"Please... Let me go."
"No, no. Please... Please!" He continued to cry and a sob escaped my lips. I felt my heart crumble in my chest, unable to handle the cries of the boy I once loved.
I ripped Thomas' arms off me and I kneeled down in front of him as I took his wet face into my hands.
He looked at me with broken, lost eyes. A soft shade of pink took over Thomas' face and eyes, the tears continuing to cover his face. His cheeks were warm.
"Thomas, please," I persisted. I wiped my hands against my dress before holding his cheeks once more. "I'm saying yes, Thomas. Please stop crying. I'm saying yes."
Thomas numbly looked at me in slight confusion. "Wait... You what? You- You said yes?"
