“Happy Anniversary!” He pushed the package towards her, “Aren’t you going to open it?”

She reached for it, pulling the ribbon on the package and slid her finger along the seam of the wrapping. As she’d suspected, it was a little jewelry box. She had a flash of déjà vu, thinking of a very similar box given to her on this day, two years earlier. She absent-mindedly twisted her engagement ring.

“We’re not ever actually going to get married.” She said. It was a statement.

He fell silent.

“I can’t do this anymore,” She handed him the box and left.

 

drabble is a short work of fiction of one hundred words in length¹.