Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Ninety-Five

Part Ninety-Five

Harry.

My feet turn after I watch Beth and her friends leave, walking down the street to where the top jeweler in town is. Upon my arrival, a bell signals my entrance and an older man walks to me.

“What can I help you with today?” he asks, his name tag reading Will.

“An engagement ring,” I say, his head nodding and leading me down towards the back of the store.

“I’m Harry,” I introduce after he says his name. He pulls out a few cases of rings and asks Beth’s ring size. My hand reaches into my pocket, taking her ring out and handing it to him.

“Huh, she custom made this,” he says, observing the ring.

“Size 5. Her finger will fit every ring because of the smallness.”

I smile, her fingers abnormally small compared to mine. The way her fingers fit perfectly with mine though, it’s something I have wondered about. Her small digits with my long ones; how can they fit together so perfectly?

“Okay, so what are you looking for?” he asks, handing me Beth’s ring and my hand putting it in my pocket.

“Something unique. Not standard.”

“So a colored diamond? Or not a diamond at all?”

My eyes look over the display cases he pulled out, my eyes spotting one of the models I like.

“Something like this,” I say, grabbing the ring. It’s a blue diamond with white diamonds around it. The blue is the same as her eyes and it looks perfect, but not as perfect as I want it to be.

“We have many rings in this similar style. Would you like to look at them?” I nod and he walks back to the storage room to grab the other rings. He returns with another case, setting them in front of me and allowing me to look.

“All rings can be customized, either the diamonds or you can place an inscription on the band.”

My head pops up and I immediately become interested. “An inscription?”

He nods and tells me how in the back, there is a machine that puts lettering on the jewelry. Nodding, I look back at the rings and find it. The perfect ring. The light blue diamond in the middle and white diamonds surrounding it.

“This one,” I say, grabbing it and handing it to the man. He smiles, telling me good choice, even though he knows nothing about me and my Beth. My Beth. I miss her.

“Do you want an inscription on the band?” he asks, my mind moving a mile a minute to try and think of something to inscribe.

“Can you inscribe the word ‘forever’ on the inside of the band?” He nods and puts the cases back into the display case.

“The inscribing will take about fifteen minutes. If you want to, you can leave and pick it up of just stay here.”

“I’ll stay here, thanks.”

He nods and walks to the back room, not returning this time. I sit on a chair in the front of the jewelers, scrolling through my feed on Facebook. I don’t know why I have this. I’m friends with like ten people. Beth, her friends, Niall, Gemma, an old mate of mine, Louis, and a few guys back home I barely talked to. This website is shitty.

I soon lose interest and scroll through my pictures, finding multiple pictures of Beth. She took pictures of herself and I find a video. I quickly play but turn the sound down.

She smiles and leans over my sleeping body in bed, her finger poking my nose. “You so sleepy,” she smiles, my lips curving as she brings her fingers to my hair, lightly brushing my hair back.