33. Jewelry: Write about a piece of jewelry. Who does it belong to?
"Hello, Simon."
"Hello, Lindsay."
"I brought this back."
"I -- you're not going to keep it? I mean, you're going to -- you're saying no?"
"Yes, Simon. Yes, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry."
"Please don't be mad! Simon, wait -- don't leave. Please --"
"Don't be mad? How can I not be mad? Lindsay, what have you been doing? If you didn't want to marry me, why have we been dating all these years? Huh?"
"I do! I do want to marry you. Believe me, Simon, I do!"
"Then why are you giving me back the ring?"
"I -- I don't..."
"There's only one reason why you would give back an engagement ring, and it's because you don't want to get married. Is that it, Lindsay? After all our talks and plans, you don't want to get married?"
"I do, Simon. I love you!"
"Then why? Answer me, Lindsay! I deserve an explanation!"
"I can't marry you, Simon!"
"...Is it because of him?"
"Him?"
"The man. The other man, the one you talk about all the time. He's in your class or something."
"No, it doesn't have anything to do with him! He's just a friend. I've told you that."
"So why?"
"I-it's you, Simon. I can't deal with... you."
"Me. Me."
"Y-yes."
"But, Lindsay, I love you."
"I love you too, Simon. But I'm so young and..."
"You're an adult."
"Just barely, and only legally..."
"But what does that have to do with me?"
"Simon, I can't do it. I can't marry you. I-I'm scared."
"Oh, Lindsay..."
"No! No, don't hug me or touch me! Don't you dare soften towards me, Simon. I need to tell you this. I need to get it out."
"I... Okay."
"...Thank you. I guess -- Simon, I met you when I was so young. We were so young. I didn't know what love was and you showed me. But you also showed me what heartbreak was."
"I told you, Lindsay, I'm sorry. I never should have left you. It was the worst mistake of my life. That's why I proposed, so we would always be connected, always linked."
"I know, and I don't blame you for it. I'm just saying that you left and I know what that feels like. I don't want to experience that again. I can't stand it... If I'm your wife, and you are my everything -- my sun, my moon, my stars, everything precious to me in you -- and you leave... then, Simon, I become nothing."
"Lindsay, I won't leave. I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep. Simon, what if you died?"
"Died? Ha. Unless someone shot me right now, how could I possibly die? I'm healthy as a horse."
"You could die from racing."
"...Lindsay."
"I know! I know you love it. That you've always loved it. But do you have any idea how it is for me? Every time you leave, I think, 'This may be the last time I see him.' How much worse would those thoughts become if we have kids? Then I would press you to quit, and you won't... or even if you would, you would grow resentful of me. Simon, I can't be with you when every day you endanger your life for nothing."
"And this is why you're giving me back the ring. Lindsay..."
"I'm sorry, Simon. T-t-this is breaking m-my heart too."
"I can assure you, your heart is not breaking as much as mine."
"Simon, will you give it up?"
"...I..."
"Please... for me, for us."
"I...I'm sorry. I can't. I'm sorry."
"Then here is your ring."
"No."
"Simon, take it. I said no. Take it."
"No. Keep it, Lindsay."
"But you said... it was your mother's."
"And her mother's and her mother's... Lindsay, I don't believe that this is goodbye. You're going to go home and realize that you've lost me anyway, and come back and say yes to my proposal. And I'll be here waiting."
"Simon. I won't. Please, take the ring."
"Keep it, Lindsay. Please. Keep it for this week, and if you want to give it back... the I'll take it and vow never to bother you or see you again. But keep it."
"Why?"
"Because.... because as long as you keep this ring, I'll take it as a sign that we still hold pieces of each other's heart. As long as you have this reason, I'll have hope of you. No, I'll be sure of you. Because if I'm in your heart, Lindsay, then I know you will follow it and come back to me."
"Simon..."
"Lindsay."
"I will keep the ring. For a week."
"Thank you."
"I... goodbye...Simon."
"Lindsay."
A/N: So a bit of dialogue fluff. Hopefully, you can understand it...
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