![]() ![]() ![]() Then, slowly, as if he knew and he’d known all along, the golden-haired kid in a skintight black tee and ripped black jeans turned to make eye contact. Ulysse dropped his hand from the table, shifting position. A shift in the light, a little bit less of a shine. And people could do a lot of damage with little comments and assumptions… No relationship was perfect, and no matter how lucky a kid like that could be in the looks department or in getting a sweet position in a place like this, he couldn’t avoid the fact that people in a relationship were people. A scuff like a flaw, a scratch that could be the first of many. There was a tiny scuff mark where it had banged against something. The ring was a platinum gold in a mobius twist, bearing a single black gemstone set slightly off-center. What was the saying? Women wanted him, and men wanted to be him? ![]() He stared off into the distance, looking vaguely bored as kids ran off into the woods. Ulysse sat at the ‘adults table’, at the end of the bench where the sun shone past the canopy, the sun shining on him and making his simple engagement ring and his stupid golden hair glisten and shine.
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