He panicked when the ring flew from his hand and scrambled to find it, to pick it up and put it back on his pinky. He hadn't taken it off in the past five years. It was a constant reminder of what he'd lost, what was stolen from him.
"I had it made for you." He croaked, still cradling his arms, but he was sitting on his knees now, refusing to meet her eyes. Why was this so hard? He'd lived with this pain for so long, with this guilt, it shouldn't still feel the raw!
"I've worn it ever since...ever since...Ibra I'm so sorry." He felt tears on his cheeks as his mask failed him, "I didn't know what to do, I was trapped. I should have followed you to wherever you disappeared to. I should have left all of this behind."