Avery washed Evan's ring off her finger a long time ago. Though Evan has tried to preserve the drawing on his finger, the color is slowly fading. Avery carefully disinfects the wound with alcohol. Before she can rewrap his hand, Evan hands her a pen.
"Draw it again," he commands.
Avery shakes her head.
"It's pointless," she says, "It'll fade away again."
"The drawing is not the real thing, and the marriage is doomed to end anyway," Avery thinks, "What's the point of drawing it over and over again? If it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be."
Avery swiftly wraps his hand in the thick white gauze. She ties it tightly but gently. Then she takes a pen and bends over the bandaged hand. When she moves her head, Evan can see the drawing, and he stops breathing for a moment. She has drawn a heart.
"Why did you draw a heart?" he asks.
