The ring collector

I am the ring collector, lapping at the residue of promises they hold. Love, devotion, desperation, control, obsession. Each tells its own story. And that drives me to find them all.

Heartbreak has a bitter tang. Unrequited affection is sweet with a sour aftertaste. Promises broken gain an acidic sharpness the more it hurt. Salt from those rings passed down through generations.

pile of rings

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