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I stare at the ring paralyzed. After what feels like an hour I look back up at her. Her face reeks of embarrassment as everyone stares. The Dead silence is broken by the life of a baby screaming about food or something. “Maybe a public setting wasn’t the best place for a proposal was it?” I chuckle nervously. “Listen, Julia…” She says grabbing my arm and pulling me up, “ You’re great, and I love you. What we have is amazing. Why get married.” My body shifts upward like a robot, “All of that was made sense until the last sentence.” She sighed and said, “I’m just gonna put this bluntly for you Marriage is a scam.” “A scam?!?” I have to stop myself from screaming. I collect myself and say, “Marriage is a beautiful ceremony that lets you brag about your love to your friends and family, and make them buy you expensive kitchen equipment.” She takes a sip of her water stares me down and says, “Marriage was designed to make big companies money. It’s not necessary in this world anymore and people are realizing that.” I fiddle with the ring in my hands and say, “I’ve dreamed of the perfect wedding since I was four. Lisa, weddings are necessary dammit.”
The car ride home as awkward and silent. We usually enjoy the silence, we bask in it, we are it. We are quiet people, but this was almost painful like a cup is getting really full but the person pouring water into it has no intention of stopping anytime soon, and if something doesn't stop this silence we are going to spill everywhere. “Stop the car!” I yell. We come to a screeching stop to the side of the road. My door swings open with the force of an ox and the same ox releases my lunch onto the side of the road. I wipe my sleeve across my face and I get back into the car. Lisa looks at me and asks, “Are you okay.” Instead of answering I turn the radio on and find a channel I like. I stand in the bathroom off the side of our room staring at the ring in my hand and then the sink drain. “She really doesn’t want to get married.” I mutter to myself, “Then I don’t need this.” I drop the ring and with a collection of dinks, the ring is gone forever. I unlock the door and start walking out when I hear it cry. It’s crying. The ring is crying. It’s not like a child, the sound is more like if you were to rim a metal bowl with a spoon. Two hours later I took the drain apart and retrieved the crying ring. “It’s okay, little guy. I’m sorry that I did that. Everything is going to be alright.” The crying stops and I stare at it. It stares back. Lisa snores as I lay awake. I get up and retrieve the ring from my drawer. The ring guides me to the kitchen. It guides me to the spoons. A spoon cries to me and I grab it. They guide me to Lisa. I guide the spoon. Lisa cries. The ring laughs.
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