Strange.
There was this strange feeling swirling inside me as I stared at my ring finger.
It felt empty. Maybe because I had been wearing it for seven years now, not having it on was leaving a weird sensation behind.
“Hey. Are you okay? You look a little pale.” Ruda asked.
“Was I wearing the ring when I entered the room?” I asked as I kept my eyes on the finger.
“No. I don’t think so.” He answered, “Is the ring that important? I know you’ve always had it on but why are you this worried?”
“I don’t know.” I finally looked at him, “I really don’t know but I need to find it.” I was feeling something I couldn’t define in words. A sensation of loss. Like I was missing something, like I had lost something… What it was, I couldn’t point it out and my only logical answer was that it must be the ring.
“Class is about to start though.” Ruda put his hand on my shoulder.
