The ring fit perfectly, though nothing else did. They met the way storms meet the shore—inevitable, messy, but destined to leave a mark. A union of strangers, could it be better than imagined, or would it be left as cold as the winter snow?
The ring fit perfectly, though nothing else did. They met the way storms meet the shore—inevitable, messy, but destined to leave a mark. A union of strangers, could it be better than imagined, or would it be left as cold as the winter snow?