I wake and find the ring off of Rayah's finger still. Staring at her for a moment, I slip out of bed without waking her and find it in the kitchen. I slip back in bed and put it on her finger, kissing it once done.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro