The Itch

Focusedheart

Through all, smile. Through the worst, smirk.
There it was, that sensation that brought her mind from her thoughts.
That feeling...
Her thumb slides over to her ring finger upon her left hand.

Slowly she rubs at its underside.

Something was missing. What was it again?

Her mind began to wonder and her thumb leaving the finger.

Then the itch started again. She blinks a few times before rubbing at the offending area once more. Her thumb stroking it in slow methodical circles.

A shiver left her. Her ring...the one she no longer wore..

How long had it been? Nearly two years?

Pushing the thought back, her thumb still rubbing that itch.

A smile touches her lips as those good memories flooded her mind. All the while her thumb rubbing that itch.
 
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