“I’ve had enough!” she screamed, “You never take anything serious. Everything’s just a big joke to you, isn’t it?!”
“Maybe it’s not me. Maybe you’re the one who needs to loosen up,” he returned nastily.
“I don’t have to take this from you!” she shouted, standing.
“Fine, leave. Run away and go cry in a corner like you always do, you self-centered, attention-seeking bitch!” he snarled, “Nobody cares about you anyways. No one will miss you when you’re gone.”
Her face softened temporarily as she tried to fight back the tears.
“Fine,” she said.
She stalked out the door, slamming it behind her. As she walked down the street, she removed her engagement ring, throwing it down a storm drain.
Those were the last words he ever spoke to her. This is was the last conversation they would ever have.
She didn’t come home last night. Or the next morning. He thought nothing of it at first. She needed her space. She was probably staying with friends or family to cool down. But as the days went on, he began to worry.
“Hey, Victoria, it’s Michael again, have you heard from Lucy-oh…ok, thanks. Let me know if you hear anything…” he said dejectedly.
He ran over the conversation they had had before left. Why had he said those things to her? He was angry. He never meant any of it.
As he sat at the kitchen table, running his hands through his hair, he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the steps to the front door. He jumped, throwing the door open.
“Mr. Michael Vincent?” asked the officer in surprise.
“Uhh…yes, I’m sorry…I thought you were someone else…” he said quietly.
“I’m afraid we might have some bad news,” said the second officer, “May we come in?”
He nodded, leading them into the living room.
“Can you identify this ring?” asked the first officer, handing Michael an evidence bag.
Michael turned the ring to look at the inside of the band, seeing the engraving, he broke down in tears.
“Do you recognize this ring, Mr. Vincent?” prompted the first officer.
“It-It’s Lucy’s…god…is…what…?” sobbed Michael.
“We’re not completely sure. We found it on a body burned beyond any recognition,” explained the first officer, “We were hoping that we could identify her by her possessions.”
Michael was too far gone to be able to hear what the officers were saying anymore.
Lucy looked in through the window smiling. She finally made him see the pain he had caused her. It was a burden he’d have to bear for the rest of his life. This had turned out better than she had expected.