His ring

People sometimes or rather most of the time seemed to misunderstand her. Or at lest that’s how she often felt. She sighed looking at her self in the fogged up window, the gold chain lightly hit her chest as it was now free from being constricted to her chest, the sparkle in the mirror caused her hand on instinct to reach up and grab the small ring that hung on the chain. Looking down at it she smiled lightly at the memories that it brought to her mind. He had thought she had given it away when in fact the one she had given away was a smaller copy she had maid of the actual ring he had given her, she made a copy so that shed never lose the original ring, that and in her line of work shed never get blood on it. Her claddagh ring that he’d given her was still cool to the touch in her small hand. She sighed letting it go, moving her hands around to the back of her neck she unclasped the chain taking the ring off the chain she looked at the ring and whispered, “ I guess its time I should wear you again, hu?” gaining no response except for the slow dripping of water off of the faucet in to the already filled tube. She slide the ring back in to its position on her left hand, looking at her self one more time she turned and went to settle her self in to her bath.